The beauty of changing colors
Transformation from launch to termination
Originating from the all unknowing standing up and reaching out to wisdom, knowledge, and pride
Stemming from one eager to jump in the shallow lake oblivious of the danger
To one who sits in the shade and enjoy the tranquility of the effortless flowing waters
Reaching up high demanding to touch the sky with accepted wisdom that it was a possibility
Now looking up to the stretched out blues and whites
Shifting forming perceptive images thinking about all the possibilities
What can I possibly do with the life that exist between worlds?
Knowing one day my body will separate from flesh and spirit
The ground will store my body
The sky will keep my soul
What will I do with my entire self between worlds?
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