Seasons will rain proportional matter

As singularity lacks space until it's forgotten

Violet light manifests in itself in patterns

All can be everything when four is left as one


Five photons, six rays, seven waves, and four falling leaves


Intrinsic colors cast in infinite shades

In both cool and warmth as hope remains winter fades

A transparent reflection as in reflection

All in clear as love refracts and winter dies


As you look at my ink from your own point of view

My words look at you and make judgments as you do