Photoshopped Life

You can't saturate the wheel
In the colors of real life;
You can't always up the contrast
In your mother's loving eyes.

You can't play with the exposure
Of a blinding summer day;
You can't include the clover
Or the smell of drying hay.

You can't take the sound of falling snow
And post for all to see,
Or capture every icy rainbow
Shining from the trees.

You can't enhance the laughter
Of the two friends by your side;
You cannot crop the flying hairs
So that they lay just right.

So let the hues be slightly dull
Who cares if skin is clear?
Just take the days, appreciate
The lovely and sincere.