I broke the light so I could see grey, I slept until the sky was raging The dull world at that time Highlighted every colour that dyes the the beautiful things In my eyes. The girl looking like a Lophorina Who's smile at a simple ballerina shames all other flowers into buds. The sparkle of the deer on the mantle inked to graze without a care In a blue winter Makes me believe that was a time before my kind when piece was wonder, now silence is a gift. The shine of the leaves blowing at the tip of the trees looking confused, But all just needing that movement that cannot be found on the ground. These gifts, Created by God or an accident, Are how I know that one day i will be that deer that shines in the water and settles in a breeze blue silence.