Every morning sounds an alarm for

another day.

The sands of the ground patterns

a picture of the earth.

Life is in the blood as living is in the


Once upon a legend, 

Years back he was an embryo in his

mother's womb.

Red, green, blue, patriarch of all

other colors.

Hand me a rose, and I will illustrate

torns and beauty.

Each drop of rain drips from the

holes of the clouds.

Let me tell you a tale of source.

"In the beginning God created the

heavens and the earth". 

There is a story behind all that you

see exist.

Whatever there is now, Is a line

drawn from the past.