In this space, the flora and fauna is symmetry in me.
A design of infinite equation;
Every particle is a prefect interpretation;
When the color changes, all our energy re-arranges.
What makes us human, what makes the daisy?
We are a symphony of living stages.
As the chromosomes began swaying,
We became the essence of creation;
All the molecules know the creator.
There is no separation,
In the melodic prisms,
Of how we’re mutated.
The Universe gave birth,
To a species of eleven.
Known in Heaven.
Found in everything.
Listen and you’ll hear them.
Our sacred being,
Our truest nature,
Our purest fusion;
Our real intention.
The sound of inception.