Painted little fingers, Yellow, blue and red. All await me, When I rose from my bed. Beautiful crystals, In the palm of their hands. Created a moment, Of a eternal fear. As they approached me, They gently smiled. On each of their faces, Was charisma, And a beautiful aura, You can sense from miles. Designated places, You can tell, They were synchronize. Character and emotion, Racing to the corner of their eyes. Then they touched me, My soul connected. Every need fulfilling, My spirit couldn’t reject it. The flowers bloomed, Gracefully in the earth, And carried burden, I could not bear. The race of love, Tampering with fear.