My Kaleidoscope

I look above through my honey-eyed kaleidoscope 
I see colours of my journeys form rainbow in the sky
it did not rain, no
it was not sunshiny either
but it was a loop of these that made it all better.

I close my eyes and a picture appear
of a place, of a land that I hold dear
there are greens and blue elements 
from amoebas to ancient men
they are not in suits and ties
nor a dress to cover their lies
but a uniform that's standardised.

I see every living thing as equal 
no prejudices, no conflicts, no killings 
no statuses and no rankings
only richly cultured beings inhabiting the earth.
And then I open my eyes...