As I was sitting outside
watching the tree's shimmer
their vibrations from the breeze.
Reminded me of the time
when we once ate the mushrooms
walking in the haze..

As I saw the tree's vibrations
with my third eye peaking
The colors of the waves is all I saw
With no acknowledgement of its existence
But o how I remember
the beauty I felt with the grass
of how soft and green it was...
The more color there was
the more waves I felt..
to come to the realization
the colors from the light and waves
were the energy I have always felt ever since I was little...