The breath of trees touching the air. Touching your heart as you become aware. Of colors unseen. in the usual manner. Noticing those colors and starting to wonder. the brilliance of red, the softness of blue, greens becoming purples and blacks to dream through. some say the light brought them here to us all. for some it is light overcoming a brawl. some say the colors are put there to stay. perhaps the colors have no other way. enlightenment is such, arriving on time. Inside vibrations, reverberations and rhyme. Copyright - S. Kamber All rights Reserved