I see the depths of cosmos above,
The white glinting stars and the dark charcoal skies ,
Explosive purples and blues aren't e ough to paint the pictures of sun shooting by,
I then see myself in the plainest reflection
My colourless skin and my nuted dark hai ,
Regretting I'm not of celestial collection I wonder how my appearance is fair ,
My dark crimson blood
Through purple blue vein ,
And I see glints of stars in my inky black eyes
I now see the cosmos and I from the same
Design were fashioned together we lie
The bird perched in the tree like flowers like bulbs , like Blooming, singing flowers and they sang old tunes , new tunes never before heard tunes and the sun opened them up ,
And their voices opened up the day and the branches danced,
And the leaves clapped and the grass and the grass and the clouds and sun all swayed .