Some are as real
And as natural
To the eye
As breathing
Air
Some are chemically
Combined
To fill our
Artistic flair
Doesn’t matter
They touch your
Heart
Each and everyone
Only you understand
Why
Don’t try to figure
It out
They line up as
Equal brothers
Waiting in the
Grandstand
All the colors
Get along
Each one as
Individual
As you and I
Perhaps someday
Man will see
No differences
And share and
Feel the same
Camaraderie
Like the colors
That stand side
By side
Inside a box of
Crayons
By Lorraine Stark
