Such a charmer as only chromaticity will grace contrast from beams of light casting down through thick sponge-like clouds overhead.

Truly unknown as to how, but really does one care?

Oh sure written are words of science with grand explanations of it all, filling heads with nonsense of fancy librettos such as chlorophyll.

Progressing so close on the fine line of beauty and justification that some actually miss the splendor of the attraction.

But wonderment not far off and never alludes the curious who could be and should be considered the rhymester of all poets.

Tickling a fancy perhaps?

Anthocyanins are doubtless wonders foreseen as spectacles of the universe when stupefaction takes hold forcing the voluptuous pigment onto eyes of disbelief.

And before it’s known, it is gone.

For reasons unbeknownst to the lyricist who hasn’t a rhythm, reason, or justification.

       Yet it matters not~

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