The world is a beautiful work of art,
With priceless paintings of Ocean and Sky,
And fragments of souls just drifting by,
All enjoying this brilliant expanse of life.

Which thrives in the hollows of the Human heart,
And drips from the Heavens to land on our tongues,
We exist in the flesh with the air in our lungs,
As displays, prepped, and ready to be hung.

(July 29th, 2008)