I had a paint box
with colours warm and cool and bright.
I had a paint box
each colour shining with delight.
I had no black for the orphaned child,
I had no red for wounds and blood,
I had no white for faces of the dead,
I had no yellow for burning sands,
I had orange for joy and life,I had blue for clear blue skies,
I had green for buds and blooms,
I had pink for dreams and rest.
I sat down and painted
Peace.
A beautiful poem by a 12-year-old Israeli girl, as shared by Cathy Spagnoli