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