April 25, 2013

While walking in the toy store the day before today
I overheard a crayon box with many things to say

“I don’t like the Red,” said the Orange and Green said, “Nor
do I”. And no one here likes Yellow but no one knows just why

“We are a box of crayons that doesn’t get along”
Said Blue to all the others “something here is wrong.”

Well, I bought that box of crayons and I took it home with me
And laid out all the colors so the crayons could all see

They watched me as I colored with Red and Blue and Green
And Black and White and Orange and every color in between

They watched as Green became the grass and Blue became the
sky. The Yellow sun was shining bright on White clouds drifting by

Colors changing as they touched becoming something new
They watched me as I colored they watched until I was through

And when I’d finally finished I began to walk away
And as I did the crayon box had something new to say

“I do like Red,” said Orange and Green said, “So do I”
And Blue you were terrific so high up in the sky

“We are a box of crayons each one of us unique
But when we get together the picture is complete.”

– Shane DeRolf