Coloured Paper

No one noticed the loss of the living
While the coloured paper kept on giving
But when the last piece was spent
They couldn’t help but to notice the large dent

The holes in the ground where the trees once stood
The only form of animals, carved in wood
Themselves in a state of empty disrepair
Their only emotion regret, that they took too long to care

No one recognised the coloured paper’s faults
And if they did, they could handle it, they were adults
But in childlike fashion the tantrums were rife
When there was no coloured paper and no pleasant life

©MissResin

Coloured Paper

MissResin

Waratah, Australia

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