Waxy Wonder

In colors bold and bright they come,

A rainbow in a box,

Their tips so pointed and pristine,

In hues that truly rock.

Each one unique, a world of its own,

A Crayon in your hand,

The power to create and draw,

Your masterpiece unplanned.

They're waxen sticks of pure delight,

So full of magic power,

With every stroke and every hue,

Your mind begins to flower.

They're more than just a simple tool,

A symbol of childhood dreams,

Of drawing, scribbling, coloring,

And all those joyful screams.

They're a part of who we are,

Those memories so dear,

The joy and laughter of our youth,

That we'll forever hold near.

So let's embrace these Crayons bold,

And all they represent,

For in these humble sticks of wax,

Our memories are spent.

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Dear readers, may your hearts be filled With the wonder of these sticks, May they transport you to days of old, And all the childhood tricks. Let their colors brighten up your day, And bring a smile to your face, For in these simple waxen sticks, Lies a world of playful grace.