The White Crayon stands aside,

For the white paper makes it hide,

It feels as if its color is like a tide, 

It swishes and swashes, but it still cant stand -- it is put to the side, 

The side where its unseen, but it soon realizes this is no place to hide,

It fears the sun is bright and has a right in this world,

Back into the tide she goes,

But this time she puts up a fight, looking from side to side, 

She is ambitious and has now found pride, 

For all she needed was to find, 

To find her black piece of paper to where her color could shine.