The yellow and green box transports me

back down the steps of time,

to when the world was bright

and the boldest colors were wax.

Scribbles scratching across the page

into pictures that weren't judged.

Sticky fingers chubby and small

made my imagination fly.

A single blue line or two

made up the big blue sky

a little yellow sun in the corner.

Other times scrawls made up

anything my wild mind dreamed.

Sometimes I'd push down too hard

and my green would snap in two

but I'd pick up the pieces to start over.

The smell of that old green and yellow box

remind me that the simple wax rainbow

can still shine again tomorrow.

Hey everyone!!! I went through a lot of crayons as a kid. While I don't draw as much now since I prefer digital art like what I put together for each poem here, I sometimes miss the simplicity of a sketch. Let me know what you think!
-- Eliana