The sun is caressing her skin, vapor rising into
the blues, the sky is drowning in cool coteries
of crystal particles, a flock of aerosols, unison
hanging in the air, electrifying the aerosphere

It is raining, we are dropping as bright strings,
we are the rain, tiny drops of light, it's vertically
moving, in a whole structure, and shadows are
bursting out of us, as we are landing on Mama

Soil hiding under shiny rugs, turning land into
aqueous gardens, fighting for life, while dim
is stopping this melodic fest, as droplets are
reflecting their gold on tins, and forging hubris

Stream is finding the gate, entering as a whole
into the lamp, filling every corner with beams,
spreading bloom around the luminous flower,
it is beginning to breathe, here and now, Om