Seasons will rain proportional matter   As singularity lacks space until it’s forgotten   Violet light manifests in itself in patterns   All can be everything when four is left as one      Five photons, six rays, seven waves, and four falling leaves      Intrinsic colors cast in infinite shades   In both cool and warmth as hope remains winter fades   A transparent reflection as in reflection   All in clear as love refracts and winter dies      As you look at my ink from your own point of view   My words look at you and make judgments as you do