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 .