He notices the wiggly worms everywhere among the darkest grass. Above the grass, brightly colored flowers form a line.
Up high in the sky, there’s a lot going on because it is a day to celebrate. A small bell rings and there’s love all around and so is peace.
A whole galaxy shows small stars, a red and yellow sun for the Indians and different color clouds form from the heavens. One of these days, I will step out and free dance.