I have brand new
lets get to it crayons,
lined up in a bright yellow box.
Each flavor has a nice pointy tip
and wears a paper sleeve
just its size
waiting to be peeled off
its waxy back
so it can make its mark
Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange,and Purple.
well why don't we say
Wild Strawberry, Cornflower, Dandelion, Melon,and Wisteria.
They are all the same in a child eyes.
The way we see them is through our own demise.
Maybe to you it is just a color.
but to a child it is an adventure.
When you look at box of crayons you see sticks of color.
through a child's eyes they are more than that.
a spaceship
a princess
a flower
a car
this crayola box of mine is nothing but
an imagination waiting to be put on paper.
By a child's young hands
well why don't we say
Wild Strawberry, Cornflower, Dandelion, Melon,and Wisteria.
They are all the same in a child eyes.
The way we see them is through our own demise.
Maybe to you it is just a color.
but to a child it is an adventure.
When you look at box of crayons you see sticks of color.
through a child's eyes they are more than that.
a spaceship
a princess
a flower
a car
this crayola box of mine is nothing but
an imagination waiting to be put on paper.
By a child's young hands
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