My New Poem!

I'd love some feedback. Good/bad/constructive! This is the first 'happy'(ish) poem I've written in a while. There's not that many negative references compared to normal.Usually they're written about depression and stuff... So yeah, not used to this tone. I spoke to a soon-to-be published writer on Tuesday and she helped a lot so thank you Kirsty Logan. I've also yet to title it.

The painter's select goes from green to gold,
The child plays with crisp colours, bright and bold.
As the tired old hedgehog looks for a home,
This world appears less monochrome.
Stepping stones in the sky, fluffy and white,
Along with radiant hope and light.
Yet there's still shadows falling down,
The red and yellow supports the brown.
For a world with so much hate,
This season lifts its sorry state.

Thanks if you've read it. I love how supportive you guys are to musicians, artists and writers! :)