The prism on my hands
Glimmers so radiant
As the sun touches its diaphanous body
Forming rainbows
Giving colors to the nights.

Over the crystal valley
A blue rose sprung
Having an infinite charm
That no one had ever seen
Mesmerizing the red butterflies.

Beyond the black alp
A golden tree stands
Bearing a ruby fruits
That scented so luscious
And tasted very lovely.