You Begin; by Margaret Atwood

You begin this way: 

this is your hand,

this is your eye,

that is a fish, blue and flat

on the paper, almost

the shape of an eye.

This is your mouth, this is an O

or a moon, whichever you like. 

This is yellow.

Outside the window

is the rain, green

because it is summer, and beyond that

the trees and then the world,

wich is round and has only 

the colours of these eight crayons.