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