She enters the field of colors' bliss,
The world makes wave of sanctioned lines,
Those are life’s caged joys,
All prove that life has limits.
Her posture is twined
In trust and wealth of mind,
That keeps all sources bright
Of significant shades of things.
She shifts color to color
Red, pink, yellow, brown, green,
Full of vows of dissolving of being,
Marcy is of our love.
She bends as if speech is joyful,
With head bend to pay respect
Of the color of measure and treasure,
In compared sharing of love's kingdom.
Hands are free to defend love,
Warm feeding holds it brave,
We are in trend of coding life,
To receive consciousness as destiny.