Filled with color, small, round and fragile, clear and innocent yet when struck, by light then, it is of iridescence as the delicate thin thing floats on the wind. Without any senses, Gracefully as it dances, it boldly prances near the emerald green spikes and as it swoops closer it bursts into many colors, yet leaves naught but a clear nothingness.
Filled with color, small, round
and fragile, clear and
innocent yet when
struck, by light then,
it is of iridescence
as the delicate thin
thing floats on the wind.
Without any senses,
Gracefully as it dances,
it boldly prances
near the emerald
green spikes and
as it swoops closer it bursts
into many colors,
yet leaves naught but
a clear nothingness.