Thread’s intricate woven fabric, satins and lace
Snowflakes like doilies crystal like face.
Fragile are eggshell’s life-giving grace.
Silkworm’s cocoon is the butterfly’s embrace.
Sun down’s colors stain the glass of sky.
Rhythms of bird’s song profess; here am I.
Oceans settling down their waves so gentle,
winds turn to breezes touching quiet evening meadows.
Everything here you know,
are the emotions that we are.
Oh I forgot to mention;
the spiraling depth of the universe,
the beautiful planets the passionate stars.