Mr. Box of Crayons

Head, arms, hands, legs, and feet are flimsy and firm. 

His outside is ordinary, a clone of his kind. 

But that means nothing. 

Look inside, what do you see?

 Worlds, 

Emotions, 

Imagination, 

All clutched between two tiny fingers.

The more his inside is shared, 

the more treasured he becomes.

And treasured he should be, for he holds the key to thousands of beginnings.