While walking in the art store today.
I overheard a color pencil box
With many things to say

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

“We are a box of color pencils
that don’t get along.”
Said Blue to all the others
“Something here is wrong.”

Well, I bought that box of color pencils.
And I took it home with me
And laid out all the colors
So the color pencils 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 the paper
Becoming something new
They watched me as I colored
They watched until I was through

And when I finally finished
I began to walk away
And as I did the color pencil 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.

“missing”
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