Crayon Rainbows Poem by Indigo Rose Christman

The horizon is broken.
The sun has fallen from its seam.
The trees have risen black.
The clouds are enveloped in a violet flame.
The sky is bloody red
What has happened to my baby?
What has happened to my blue?
What has happened to my precious?
What has happened to the trees of green?
What has happened to my fluffy clouds?
And I cry tears of purest silver.
And I remember other days.
And I shiver in the icy wind.
And I follow a bright butterfly.
And the butterfly disappears.
Where has my butterfly flown off to?
Where is that joy?
Where has that innocence gone?
Where are those crayon rainbows?
Where are you?