Crayon Box Dreams

I'd choose the perfect VIBGYOR and paint the rainbow. My violet will enfold the zeitgeist with zest. With puzzles and riddles, my indigo will glow. With the garb of serenity, Blue will be dressed. Euphony and equipoise will adorn my green. A trace of lace of goodwill will grace my yellow In my orange, joy and merriment will be seen. Like the north breeze, with vigour, my red will mellow. I search for rainbows in each shade and fail to find To form a spectrum, colors should be well-blended. Within commands and demands, crayons aren't confined. Creations of crayons have always been splendid. I yearn to paint rainbows for each one here on earth. For this, I know I have to take many a birth.