Noč

From quiet homes and first beginning,

Out to the undiscovered ends,

There's nothing worth the wear of winning,

But laughter and the love of friends.

I walked a mile with Pleasure

She chattered all the way

But there was nothing I could learn

From all she had to say

 

I walked a mile with Sorrow

And never a word said she

But, oh, all the things I learned

When Sorrow walked with me.

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing Gold can stay.

While walking in a toy store

The day before today,

I overheard a Crayon Box

With many things to say.

"I don't like red!" said Yellow.

And Green said, "Nor do I!

And no one here likes Orange,

But no one knows quite why."

"We are a box of crayons

that really doesn't get along,"

Said Blue to all the others.

"Something here is wrong!

Well, i bought that box of crayons

And took it home with me

And laid out all the crayons

So the crayons could all see

They watched me as I colored

With Red and Blue and Green

And Black and White and Orange

And every color in between

They watched as Green became the grass

And Blue became the sky.

The Yellow sun was shining bright

On White clouds drifting by.

Colors changing as they touched,

Becoming something new.

They watched me as I colored.

They watched till I was through.

And when I'd finally finished,

I began to walk away.

And as I did the Crayon box

Had something more to say...

"I do like Red!" said the Yellow

And Green said, "So do I!

And Blue you are terrific!

So high up in the sky."

We are a Box of Crayons

Each of us unique,

But when we get together

The picture is complete.

"Draw a crazy picture,

Write a nutty poem,

Sing a mumble-gumble song,

Whistle through your comb.

Do a loony-goony dance

'Cross the kitchen floor,

Put something silly in the world

That ain't been there before."

 

Shel Silverstein