Have you heard of the town on the hill?

The one whose walls were so black and still?

But the trees all around

and even the ground

was as white as the moon in the sky.

With that light you could view

a child, maybe 4'2"

who looked at a star shining bright.

Then with a flash of light,

she caught with her eye

a beautiful white butterfly.

She held it and said,

"Just hurry and shed,

your beautiful pearly, white coat."

"But why?" flapped the wings,

"My coat makes me zing

and catch every watchers eye"

"Then it's danger you seek,

for that color, so chic,

won't save you on walls such as these.

To live through the fray,

you must become gray

because white is the colors of trees."