Photography

The photo of a rose is black and white The sharp thorns are visible to the sight It lays motionless in dim light Yet the crown bright blood red against pale background to the eye is delight The photo is still but crown’s soul like raging fire will move Bursting with life in every groove The hidden dimension of motion to which ours being still will prove The divine hand is only thing that this motion can approve Beyond it continuum confinement is created by the base If done by fifth element yield is master of universe If used as an essence a psycho pump with God you can converse As its version of ever-growing druidic star through nonlinear increase will transverse