Wide open are your arms the sun is a small paintbrush every daybreak it draws exposes you as new as ever!
The surges in the billows blow out swimming clouds across the globe. No they don’t splash out to the starry thrillers on the sky they all are a dwarf bunch draws down to you kind Moon: Down to earth on the ground spares the heap for all for the day for the noon.
Then you are there too far afar, where is nothing but you the lotus in bloom on uncharted water. Who can describe it better everyone is lost for words!