She picked crayons

To create a colored sky

she picked crayons from her heart.

Look closely, you shall see

hues carefully balanced holding

all her silent dreams

in shades of green, soft blues

a touch of red, blushing in

golden fields where she gets lost

breathing in life anew.

Little things such as this brings

her complete happiness

keeps her company, in touch

with herself as she fades into sleep.