I sit in class

with wondering eyes.

these eyes that love

to wonder,

rest upon a painting

you hang.

in this dull room

of black and white;

but that rectangle

of color and wonder.

This room of black and white

is starting to dull my

senses of curiousity and

diversity.

The black and white is

now taking over

the painting I now claim

as mine.

It's starting to fade,

from beautiful color

to dullness.

I stand and scream.

I don't want to lose

this wonderful beauty

I care so much

for.

The one thing

that makes this

room stand out.

Now every eye in

this room is staring

at me.

I move fast and

touch this painting.

Where am I?

Is this color?

Am I in the painting?

Yes, I am.

There's color!

I'm in the woods.

A path

kept clean - full of grass.

Bushes keeping the path

marked.

Tress, blocking the sun's

harmful glow.

A woman and her child

both with

umbrellas and a rain coat.

I race to catch up 

to them.

I spoke with them.

I walked with them.

They were kind.

They invite me to

their home

to stay the night.

I try to follow, 

but I get stuck.

They look conserned.

Then I tell them I have

to stay and go

to my home.

Before I get the chance

to say I'll be back,

I return to my

room of dullness.

The class of black and white,

everyone looks the

same,

but me.

I have color.

They do not see.

Their eyes are still on

me and the

teacher ask why I

screamed.

I look around

and I see a picture

of a canoe

on a lake

and it's in color.

I look back at

my teacher.

She asked again

I take my seat,

and I lie.

I say I thought I

saw a spider, 

with a smile.