Like the ones at the hobby store.
And it has all the same colors
as the ones I saw before.
And it's only half a crown,
which makes it just right for me;
except, there's no brown!
No brown? How could that be?
I miss brown! I need brown!
It's the color of his eyes.
It's the color of his hair blown
As it waves against the skies.
It's the color of the tree trunk borne,
once carried through the streets;
It's the color of the crown of thorns
he wore the day he rescued me!
It's the color of the famous muddy band
wherein the mighty river Jordan
feet stepped to cross into the land
when YHWH went before them.
And what about the day before us,
when G-d made Adam, then Eve?
He formed them from the dust
of the earth, before there was any green.
I never thought about it
as my favorite color of the box;
but when you don't have it,
you realize just how much you've lost!
I can't live without brown.
So I put the markers down.
Forget about the cost!
