The wall of greens

The still butterflies on the field

The pieces of cotton on the tangerine

He looked at them, eyes undimmed

They were of different hues

Wavelengths of waves on spectrums

They were harmonious 

Like lyrics in a madrigal blues

He heard the tunes of the birds

Complimentary twitter in the air

Blues and reds

Strums of the webs

He felt them calming his head

At night, he saw the moon and stars

With his palm trying to reach the sky

He felt like everything is vast

And he could be anything he wanted

He noticed the little existence of little things

The way how they swayed with the wind

He felt his heart beating fast

From what was ahead of him