Poezie The Crayon Box That Talked

While walking into a toy store the day before today

I overheard a crayon box with many things to say



"I don't like Red!" said Yellow and Green said "Nor do I"

"And no one here likes Orange 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 took it home with me

And laid out all the colors so the crayons all could 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 me till I was through



And when I finally finished I began to walk away

And as I did the crayon box had something more to say



"I do like Red!" said Yellow 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 more complete"