I climb up the ropes of golden rays
and perch upon the crescent moon.
My legs dangling,
splish-splashing water of dreams... †
I lie supine with my head resting on my hands, †
smiling blissfully, soaking up the golden confetti gently falling on me. †
I turn around and †
look down. † †
Awestruck by the magnificent †
beauty of the blue emeraldó †
the earth, our mother earth, †
in her full glory and splendour. †
But concealing the cuts and wounds †
given by the fruits of her womb. † †
A story being written in blood, †
foretelling her doom...