Have you ever observed how things have layers to them. It is just a matter of range, and scale. What’s not evident doesn’t imply it doesn’t exist.Another dream of a beautiful evening sky, a palette of blues and greens, with undertones of greys and blacks. As I saw this, I felt an urge to go beyond this layer, and see what’s beneath. There is something enticing about the hidden. Tried sharing the same through a poem.
This beautiful sky above,
With shades of blue-
A stolen hue from the peacock’s feathers,
A grabbed tone from the nordic seas,
And a snatched tint from the crystals of Ceylon.
The greens look subdued,
But still asserting their presence,
With a mix of mountain jungles and the muddy water stains.