The wonderments of wondering
Aren't so great after all
Triumphently they fall
Nothing left
Just grey mess
Where green must now come in
Yet how long does green take to grow
A very very long time and very slow

With the planets aligning
The folks down here wait shining
Hoping for a meteor storm to come

Can you guess the songs hidden in this poem?

Eloquent grunting
Beauty from something
Won't you believe it
What!? Oh well
This used to be a funhouse
I found myself in
Would you believe
You had a bad day
Stop collaborate
In five years time
It's the animal
Just as I was having the chocolate
Where is the cheese?

From a phase

I wish I had a black pen
Not yellow blue or sage

Black will raise you out of yellow
Into the deep dark meadow
Where dark things dance at night
Things all so twisted warm and cute
For me these things only suit
Black pens everyday
So on so forth we fly away