In life, if we stop just long enough to inspect

We find so little is needed to reflect and infect

Just a little bit of color brings a nice touch

One that is often needed and needed much

Like a song of joy raised in the dark of night

When sung rightly, it makes all things bright

Like a flower in a field of black and white

That one dash of color simply radiates light

Like a little love shown to a broken heart

How it mends and allows sadness to depart

It’s up to us all to decide to be a healing force

And then when to start, of course – of course

Just a little infection of hope to spread around

Love is the greatest magic to ever be found