Colorful Cloud

Dancing merrily along the walk
Was a girl swinging a pail of chalk.
She drew her flowers with petals of pastel pink,
And only happy thoughts her little mind did think.

She swung her pail and pranced along;
She skipped and sung to an elementary song.
     "Tulips and roses may smell mighty fine,
But they surely can't taste better than Mom's Apple pie."

The young lass's big brown eyes
Shimmered with hope and ignorance of lies.
Envious of her bliss and her childhood fun
My thoughts in head, like a Ferris Wheel, spun.

I willed her to drop the pail of rainbows
So that she could no longer draw angels with halos.
A clatter sounded and a mess spewed upon the ground
And up arose this colorful cloud.

Little girl cried and shrieked, inhaling powder.
The poor little girl's dreams vanished with the hour.
She now knew the evils of the world
And she felt her insides blacken and curdle.