Let Us Weave..

The fabric woven with rays of the sun, Can match with the laces from the moon, I am a weaver, weaving my thought, Out of the shades of bright and dull mood, When I am flooded with serotonin and dopamine, The brain is in the ecstatic state, playing with fire crackers, The orange and red sparkle on the blue helipad, The background noise is less and nostrils start, To hum the melodious music, that soothes the heart, To the core to take me to the next level, In the pleasure chart, amino group has a nitrogen, So nitrogen is the fertilizer to the cognition, As it is too good to the green and colored Yes masters, Which always obey the order of the colorless wind, If these try to disobey, the swirling wind would uproot, Or break their tinted branches to instill the black fear, To the emotionless willow, that can only wilt, To be yellow and brown to feed the microbes, Miles of satin in blue spread on the oceans and human, Light years long white silken thread covers the truth.