another poem about how ppl dont like flowers when they lose their color. its acutally kinda stupid but watevr

Lovely colors,
So they say,
See them bloom?
Now fade away,
And as they do,
We all look the other way,
Turn our backs just because,
The colors aren’t happy as the day,
Still the same flower,
Still the same ray,
Yet somehow no one likes the blossom,
Because the ‘pretty’ colors, once there, have been replaced with shades of gray,
So as the flower wilts and dies,
Some of them will shut their eyes,
But not I,
and perhaps not you?
For we both know just what we knew.