Ask the children.

Ask the children what color you are.
Three years young- how bizarre.
They seek unaffected truth.
They see un-rejected youth.
Believe in their eyes... they are spirit spies. Underestimated.
Undertestiquated.
Formulated magic.
The art of a child.
I truly believe in their rounded riddles.
Deep within their learning process they are teaching us about our learning process.
Wing-tipped angels ready for light.
Soaring to the highest unclouded skies.
Under their wings our souls will rise.