In a classroom where sunshine spills,
And morning’s laughter freely fills,
There is a realm that just one child sees—
Whiffs of color wafting on the breeze.
Her skillful fingers, so full of grace,
Apply colors to their special place—
Pinks, bright yellows, deep blues, solid greens,
Ev’ry piece adorned with vibrant scenes.
With crayon box, varied and new,
Whose each shade is a magic brew,
She makes fancies take off in flight
Through shiny stars sparkling at night.
She puts down with wholehearted cheer
works of artistry to revere.
Each mark is a tale, pure and free,
Charming princess on royal spree.
Dancing across the paper white,
Pixies and rainbows shine so bright
As smell of wax, both light and neat,
Rises up from her artwork sheet.
The aroma is a fragrant bond
To childhood days, both fun and fond,
In ev’ry shade and ev’ry hue,
A world of dreams for all to view.
Her enjoyment pours out, strong and clear,
As vision forms a world so dear.
That sweet scent’s a timeless recall,
Where whimsy reigns and wonders sprawl.
Thus a special child, heart so true,
Turns simple strokes to skies of blue.
And in her scenes both bright and bold,
The scent of color shines like gold.
© 2025, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
