God has crayons too

God has crayons too

With excitement so delirious, In a soft voice so serious, Said mother-mother look, As her hand in his he took.

The evening sunset phasing, Like a red-hot flame blazing, Radiant colors so enhanced, His eager little eyes danced.

Brilliant crayons he did love, And never grew tired of, Colors so amazingly bright, Like a glowing prism light!

A young man almost three, Sat upon his mothers knee, With crayons in his hand, His masterpiece he planned.

Never dropping his gaze, Like a mesmerizing daze, Staring at the splendid hue, God-has crayons too.