I saw the sky bleeding red in it's pain
I heard the happiness of birds in the pitter-patter of rain
I smelled selflessness in the scent of carnations
I find the meaning of life in these creations.
The outside hue paints my soul
Fills in the cracks with beauty and makes me whole
The sun fades and dims the daylight
And with a gleaming moon comes the night
Life waxes and wanes like the moon
But the secrets it reveals can't be known sitting in a room.