The colors of life I am
The rain of existence
Pulsing through my soul
To be, a tree, a bird
Or a butterfly
Unfolding it's wings
Reaching for the sky
The black of night I am
The roots of sustenance
Vibrating through my feet
To be sticks and bones
A seed in the earth
Spiraling through the dirt
Reaching for the sky
The silence of song I am
The voice of love
Passing though the veil
A spell, a wish, a prayer
Expanding the sound
That rests in my heart
About the Creator
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