A Box of Crayons

One of the many lessons that we can learn from children...

A box of crayons lay on the floor

The colors strewn about.

A little boy of four or five

Lay on the floor beneath the couch.

A paper lay beneath his hands

The colors looked all wrong.

A purple tree, orange blades of grass,

All shades that don’t belong.

Cotton candy clouds of pink

Dripped drops of sea-green rain

And stick figures sharing no color

Showed not a single sign of pain.

And despite the pure absurdity

I must admit what’s true.

The oddly yellow tinge of sky

Looked much better than pure blue.

 

Never had I seen such pride;

This boy had taken care.

Because kids are blind to color

Whether it be skin or hair.

If I could live in a perfect world

All shades would be the same.

But where would be the fun in that?

It would ruin the whole game.

So instead perhaps we’d do best to learn

The way of a child’s mind

Where a man could glow florescent green

And still be treated kind.

Author's Note

This piece originated from a prose in my high school creative writing class.

Reviews

[Sofea]

I love the simplicity and honesty in this poem.
It's so engaging! I really love it!

A paper lay beneath his hands
The colors looked all wrong.
A purple tree, orange blades of grass,
All shades that don’t belong.

Imagination, something that we can never do without!
Take care

Sofea

[Sarah McConnaughey]

This is amazing! And it's so honest too. It would be great to have carefree spirits kids have; it's really sad we lose them as we grow up. I love this:

"So instead perhaps we’d do best to learn
The way of a child’s mind
Where a man could glow florescent green
And still be treated kind."

Well done! :)