Empty Box of Crayons

Black and white, grainy scene
Colours are nowhere to be seen

The rose is white, The sky is gray
The air is still, dust makes the way

The bees are buzzing, squirrels are running
searching for colour, they may be grumbling

The sun shines in white light
blinding, people with no sight

The light gray bench in the park
I sit there until its dark

Pondering over the colourless,
Where is it?

-kd