Melancholy sky

After reading Sarah's poem today, I suddenly felt a passel of questions flood my mind. The poem read,

...melancholy sky...
by Sarah Headrick

the sky today is a sketch;
created with half-hearted strokes and
melancholy shades of gray.
i remember, once, when it had color,
its vast immenseness infused with
orange and red and yellow.
we tried to capture it in words,
but couldn’t.
we searched in vain for a rhyme
or a
metaphor,
but were simply stranded,
left with half-hearted strokes and
melancholy shades of gray,
and the thought that perhaps things would have been better
had we never seen the color at all.
then the sky would not seem quite so dismal,
and we would have saved a lot of tears;
tears we could have cried
for lost souls.

After reading this, I felt a myriad of thoughts and "what-if"s swarm into my mind. What if the world had no color? Would that ease the pain when something like this pops up?

When you know how magnificently radiant a landscape can be, but instead it is covered with an indescribable monotone hue of gray? If flowers never could show off their dazzling colors, would we feel so bad when summer ends and robs them of their vitality? Would that AP American History book, without all those colorful pictures, drag us further down into the pit of insanity without hope of redemption by means of vivid hints of color?

How important is color to me? To us? To the world?
What would it be like if we never knew it existed, and merely wandered around in a world of multicolored, and yet monotonous, gray? Could artists find their inspiration amidst the grays? Or do we need to full radiance of color and light to inform us of the existence of gray? Would Seattle look more, or less depressing when it rains? Well, here are my two-cents worth of questions and musings.