Life Like the Bird

"When I hold the pen in my hand"
The eyes are the reader.
The ears see the beauty
The breath inhale both of that
The lips are smiling like a new moon
The mind is crazy
It holds all-stars
Hands start the dance
When I hold the pen in my hand
The Soul is a perfect rhythm
With all of them
The flower, stars, moon with sunlight
All come on together
In the photos, like a poem
When I hold the pen in my hand. (SI)