blue colored glasses

I had heard of rose-colored glasses But this old man was sitting in the middle of flowers Wearing blue-colored glasses As rosy as any hippie I had met He only sees the good in people Flowers adore him They pop out of the earth and surround him Wherever he goes He has an ambiance few others have I stared at the old crone Disbelieving her story Until two lilies popped up alongside a knock-out-rose The old man was humming gently to the garden As it surrounded him with additional zinnias and lilacs I wondered where I could find blue-colored glasses