As I look up at the sky

Why am I White not Yellow, Brown or Black

If love of Self is, indeed, supreme

'When our minds want to languish in the  forever And, our souls in the search for the elusive truth,'

Away from grey walls, the green is good

As if the troubles in life are not enough

Not as pretty as a flower

If I could swim the meadows and walk the rivers

The frenzy that we see around
The trepidation and the terror,