Like a Box of Crayons

 

The earth's like a box of crayons
With shades of many hues:
White fleecy clouds that sail above
In sky of heavenly blue.
Wind-driven clouds of black and grey
When storms come passing by;
The aqua-shaded seas and lake,
Gold moonbeams in the night.
The sunsets, tinted purplish-red,
Green leaves that dress the spreading trees
In country and in town.
The orange, pink, yellow-colored flowers
Abloom in gardens, trim...
The earth's like a box of crayons
With life-brightening shades within.

~ Loise Pinkerton Fritz