Roem's Tampannya Budi

Heaven opens its door but for a moment

Lo a swirling of colours blending in a spectrum,

of vividness beyond imagination

It is my gift, from whence you know not where,

and for now you know not why...

In this brief moment, a gift descends for all mankind

Here are your colours,

transform them if you can....

In the east, the sun is rising,

the clouds rise in a thinner mist,

and seem to touch the very sun,

that dominates over all my creation,

moving across your domain,

painting your world in forms beyond comprehension...

I am the Maker!

I gave you the palette a million years before.

I gave you the blues of the oceans,

the greens of your forests,

and textured your landscapes in ways you can never dream of

I gave regal roses for manicured gardens,

that stand proud and adored,

Clusters of lavenders that cover your valleys in purple haze

Golden marigolds and simple daisies of the meadows

I brighten the end of your Winter with the splendour of a daffodil show

I give you mystical orchids that hide in forests shadows,

in forms elusive, that sprays your senses with perfumes wild.

Here from my heavens,a gift!

A myriad burst of colours...

See what you can form or find

Do with them what you can,

but never will they be like mine!