Here's a poem i wrote that can pretty much speak for itself.
Silver settings with a setting sun of gold and Light...
Different colors and sizes
One of honey bees and the cubs of a lion
Precious river streams that glisten
Shimmering down, extending out into the open ocean
Vivid, underneath the newest moon
True, the ripest fruit, of vibrant colors
With the vines above them
Hues of lightning too, as bright as few
But the strike is subtle
The moon arise, and bloomed the skies
And, so, consumed the time
Dandelions glide upon the smoothness of the fine breeze
Anybody standing on the edges of Design Piece
Find things, divine peace, mind ease, manifested...
Sand carresses shells
Might see the essence felt
Light seemed a frightening thing, in spite, she'd take a chance and fell...
Lilies shine, unaffected by the hand that held
Lavenders and Sandalwood
And such as other nice aromas
In the atmosphere, that was clearly, living
Laughs and feelings, literal, not as a miracle
But actually as existing, bags of empty air
Attached to all the lads that visit
Lack of sadness, listen...
It's designed deep, intrinsic, with the thickest forest
Bordered by the prior scene...
So you find me
Lying up the Pine Tree, writing stuff that I see
Light one! Come! Let's hide and seek!