We are colorless.
Drained from the start, never given a chance to paint the world with our beauty.
Drained by the expectations of others, our color fades into dull shades of gray.
But those left with color paint us all,
They color the sky blue, and the grass green.
They color us with beauty and make us unique.
They paint our souls with pictures of hope,
They paint our minds with knowledge.
They teach us how to paint,
Together we color the world with our achievements,
And it is unlike anything else.
We create the world from just one brush.