When the elixir doesn't find a spot
in heaven comes down to add vivid
to nature, everything seems green.
To the ambrosia pouring down from
sky making mother earth wet thy
magic colored in black around skies
Cities, towns & villages downline a
zilch makes a difference in everything
like an epiphany.
Ubiquitous & unbiased making a
symphony with unheard rhythm
drop by drop & inch by inch count.
True colors of the world appear
in roads, trees, and people's hearts
conquer the world like a monk.

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