The Misfortune of Color
Jacob B & Tadao T ( 5th Grade )
The wind blew as the scarlet pink of the sky was swept away Then it went down as the blue of the whistling trees emerged out Of course , yes , but not so little in that rhythmic way Lazy in the moonlight up in the green trees , the buzz of the bumble bees buzz to sleep What did you do with the color it asks up in the sky the bright moonlight falls So now it is upon ourselves up here in the ticklish gold near the dark white song I just have to be colorful or else it is quite not with the uneducated intelligent peace .
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