I took a hand full of time;
and peeped through the door hole of nature.
I saw a curve of rainbow
after pierces from rain bow.
listened to the rhythm of the winds
made by the flaps of bird wings,
I saw the evening sun yawn, needs a break since dawn.
Glimpsed through the gentleness of the blue sea.
Saw the green, echoing the moving wind,
tenderly aiding the shove of her effete leaves.
And the night replaced big star with smaller ones,
dethroned the sun, coronated the moon.
Then, the last grain of time; slipped through my finger cracks.
And I was thrown into the abyss of snore.