
If crayons could walk and talk
I wonder what they would say or do.
Would they just stay in the box
Or would they come to play with you?
If crayons could change their color
I wonder what colors they'd chose.
Would red chose pink or dark green
would purple want to be blue?
I don't know if crayons are happy
with the color they were made to be.
But I love the joy and laughter
they bring through fun activity.
Each time that I open up my box
I see the crayons have not moved.
It's as if they've been asleep
since the last time they were used.
I may never have the answer
perhaps neither will you.
If crayons could walk and talk
I wonder what they would say or do.
I wonder what they would say or do.
Would they just stay in the box
Or would they come to play with you?
If crayons could change their color
I wonder what colors they'd chose.
Would red chose pink or dark green
would purple want to be blue?
I don't know if crayons are happy
with the color they were made to be.
But I love the joy and laughter
they bring through fun activity.
Each time that I open up my box
I see the crayons have not moved.
It's as if they've been asleep
since the last time they were used.
I may never have the answer
perhaps neither will you.
If crayons could walk and talk
I wonder what they would say or do.

I love your poem! What a wonderful thought, and I'm ashamed to say I've never thought it before now. Of course the next time I see a crayon . . . .
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