• I look out the window and see grey. The fluffy trees without their color called green. I long to see it but my life is forever full, with only the beautiful shapes and textures, but just not complete. I step outside and see the beauty of nature, but without its lush colors, still just not complete. A world so dull and with out the colors of life is nothing. Boring, and grey, white, and black. The world without art would be the worse.