That you roll up in snowballs
And throw across the front yard.
I am the pink in your flushed cheeks
After telling a secret to me
In the school playground.
I am the red of the apple
You get in your lunch
And you enjoy.
I am the blue
In the ocean that you
Wade through.
I am the green in the grass
That you sit down in
And watch the ants walk.
I am the brown in the dirt
That you walk across
And get stuck in between your toes.
I am the black in the ink
In the pen
That wrote this song.

No comments:
Post a Comment