“Who are you?”
Well they call me Bella.
Warm toasted bread with a lot of Nutella. I was made from oatmeal and honey, Himalayan salt, raw and cane sugar.
Earl grey tea with heavy unsweetened almond cream.
More like…
Star dust, with eyes of precious stones.
Bones…made of elements of the planets.
Mercury in my veins with an infinite atomic number…
I hula hoop with the rings of Saturn in my dreams and play with planets like marbles.
I wave my hands and create currents that change the atmosphere.
I sing and stars align. I clap my hands and the stars explode.
I draw back my bow and arrow and shoot comets from here to there.
I examine the surface abrasions of the Moon after he’s been battered by meteors and I catch astroids and use them to play hopscotch.
I watch the seasons change. I play with colors.
I choose to enjoy space. Place where there is complete silence yet full of life and color.
I have plenty of sisters and brothers.
Venus and Mars. The terrible two.
Mercury, Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune…He’s Blue.
Who does this sound like to you?
The Youth.
The Kingdom of God is like these little ones.
Sketch by Me!
Claire de Lune' 