I didn’t have a grey crayon
and
I could not envision
Them Existing
Grey
In their bodies
They live
Copiously
Openly
Through flourished
Thuds They stomp
Olive plains In herds
Graceful
Amongst mangy hyenas
Amongst curious jaguars
While cultivating thoughts Of cooling
Sweaty trunks in magical waters- In between a world of Colorful lives hued in blues and greens-
Shunning jungle disputes and dull human beings As for you
Depriving me of a creative moment
Of a haunting vision that dancedIn my head
Like ballroom girls
In the midst of Eden. Taryn Spencer
