An indigo colored bird ascending from the evergreen trees

The trees are dark but glow an iridescent bright green

The high sky bleeds like the colors of a bruise

Purple, Black and Blue with hints of yellow

Through the blue glimmering clouds ghost faces and fish fall from the sky

The rain splattered Sun struggles to emit light

The Day is fading into a pale pink wash

While the bird flies by an approaching night 

Fluttering its wings of consciousness it elevates the forrest and the atmosphere

The contrasting dimensions balance the dark and the light 

Purity and truth outshine the doubting dreary sludge