The epidemic of conformity consumes all Children play by board game rules Stifled by the world to paint a proper picture They draw flowers of red with stems of green Fields of wildflowers viewed as weeds enveloped in insecticides Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet That is a rainbow, in that order alone We are taught to live by the colors in a box of eight crayons But even so, those colors cannot make a proper rainbow A rainbow should be praised if drawn in mixed-breed hues That field of flowers, natures pallet We should begin with a box of 124 and grow infinitely Where lilac dragons can live in cherry trees Where those waist-high weeds hide the predator from the prey For where would we be without cops and robbers, or hide and seek In a world where out of sight incites widespread panic Children's laughter in the sun is slowly silenced by the rules Instead, embrace the joy and encourage creativity We should harbor imagination and develop unreality For it is there that is born the ideas that will form the future