Crayon Box Dreams

Small wax sticks wait in their neat, bright row, A simple paper lies out on the table. With happy hands, new pictures then will grow, A brand new world, both sweet and truly fable. A green hill rises, and a sky of blue, A yellow sun shines brightly in the air. Each color holds a promise, fresh and true, No worries found, no burdens that to bear. A quiet joy fills up the tiny room, As simple strokes transform a blank space whole. No single hint of sadness or of gloom, Just vivid scenes that nourish any soul. So easy, light, the dreaming takes its flight, And pure, bright worlds spring forth in happy light. The Sonnet Poetry Contest Date Judged: 6/12/2025 9:52:00 PM Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley 2nd Place