How do the colors of the stones
Become the colors of the flowers
Become the colors of the birds
The colors of our animal eyes
What the stones tasted around them
So the flowers could begin to breath
So the birds could hear and see
And the animals perceive
The colors of their souls
All the while perfecting the human eye
Does its color matter anymore
If green that it sees only green
With so many colors yet to come
Until the seeing heart is seen
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