The colours of the universe dance like the northern lights around us,
and the  origin shifts depending on a beings perspective,
but we all agree that we exist.
The light takes us all to many places,
our own micro worlds are like an island to us all,
we never see the invisible link made of colour.
The connection that turns each island we have made into a country,
and the colours that bleed inside us that makes us a collective,
and not just a single entity.
Because paints can bleed into one;
and they can be separate,
but we all create our own pictures regardless,
and that is the nature of the universe,
to just "be".