These colors are warm it's difference separated and talking it's beauty alone and undiscovered it transfers to a higher demand transforming spent and lost translation it forgets the creator in the creation but never silent a wandering of the mindless kind a sophistication colored used and rewritten closed to open at 6pm sitting up straight with a bow undressed to the warmth surrounded by wind and breath ,kept,where is this sun which shines and shines and these clouds Why so high who owns the grass in it's green or the standing trees what about those crawling insects Or moving people can they be taken back for a refund? the constant rain of blessings emptied the never-ending story part 6.