Deaf Crickets

I see it, though unseen they are

A part of me sings, though fallen on deaf ears They're there seeing the green and blue, though I have gone far

More drool into drab green carpet an' damp blue shirt, though I have come near Tear through tears and fright, though it has returned

Arrid is this place, no wet weather unburns, though colors I see I have earned it, seen in technicolor, though much they have changed

March forward through a cricket's head out its ears, though colored I have Part ways, colors from the sun, like rain, though patience passed I

It greets me with a smile, though vision shall fade Arduous is the way to color, joyous ears to catch sweet serenade upon my return, though quick it may fade

March, serenade, and bathe in sun's rains, though unseen they are