Bread always needs Butter.

April sky, swimming kid, that chai, green grass, feet mast, life fast.. The green I stare Into does give me a high, not smoking this green, but absorbing it makes me want to fly.. And land back here, and do the same, this child in me, can it be tamed? Trees emitting beauty, the flowers smile, the pool shines, and the birds fly by.. Steady weather, the light breeze circling my ear, the sun cutting through those leaves, vacation, you should be life's ordeal.. Soak the moments, sit like that chair, lay down like the mat, and stare into nowhere.. Life's a pipe using you to water its discoveries, cut open, jump around and dive into mystery.. Let everything not unfold, let each lesson be unread, let that book never get over, breathe baby, that's your bread.. Stroke the mind lightly with a brush, flow smooth, and don't let color clutter, breathe gently as you cover white into vibgyor, because remember that bread always butter..