A galaxy of colour protrudes my eyes.

I can see them all, spraying up over the land.

It’s early morning, cold as ice.

The sky is dark, and the glistening stars are lessening.

As the colours encrouch the brim of the earth,

they peak higher and higher, as high as they can go.

So bright,

you can hear each colour chanting a vibrant song,

you can see the music flowing through the air.

As the sun creeps up, surpassing the horizon

and filling my gargantuan eyes with blinding bliss,

I am forever filled with this feeling,

forever to try and sing this song again.

Intelligence took the woman from thumb impression to signature.

Science is taking the woman from sign back to thumb impression.

Man is cutting the trunk of the tree on which he is sitting. One monkey dragged another monkey and fell into well it seems. Like that the countries or human beings fight among themselves and will disappear from the earth. Man fought the first world war and was foolish enough to fight the second one. The same foolishness may make him fight the third one. Man like that monkey takes all animals also and will disappear from this world.

Where will it go, the monkey’s character? Man won’t leave his ancestors characters.