White Light

I’m sitting at my window

writing a song,

thinking about where I belong.

The sun peaks through the

leaves of the maple tree,

shining in the water below.

Light revealing my face.

My reflection in the window -

Stares back at me.

The sparkle of the sun in my eyes.

It’s as if I finally realize

I’m made up of the elements -

including the sky

The wind is my breath, my thoughts.

The grass my skin.

The trees and rocks my bones.

The water is my blood.

But the fire is my soul.

I’m born under the sun.

A true Leo and an Aries moon.

With all of the colors of a flame

in my veins -

the heart and passion of a lion

intricately laced with kindness and grace.

As a flame grows,

The higher it evolves.

The heat and its color

with each stage involved.

The red is my drive and passion,

never backing down from a dream or what is right.

Orange is the optimism in seeing the beauty in everything,

even when there is no light.

Yellow is my kindness.

Loving without condition.

Having compassion and understanding

no matter what affair.

Blue,

some of the hottest flame,

is growth and leadership in calmness,

unaffected by trivial matters and manufactured despair.

As the flame grows

The higher it evolves.

The heat and its color,

with every stage involved.

The same goes for humanity.

Learning and growing with each new chapter

especially about oneself.

That we are never only one thing,

but made up of many.

The most beautiful form of wealth.

I’m born under the sun

A Leo through and through.

Though its white light reflects all colors

Those four of the flame for me

ring the most true.

All in all

one can’t deny-

that we’re a combination of all colors,

just as our source of life in the sky.