Find your grammar

Open majestically your mouth and let flow the sparkling language that's inside your pulp: stellar goats and corals will come out. 

There's a party ready to start when the snow stops falling down on the ground and begins to return to the sky, sloooooooowly. 

There's a gust of abscissas waiting to spread out of your joy, impatiently. 

Dance with the red berries and find your grammar of beauty among the bricks of the sidewalk, into the skin of a plastic dinosaur, or on the crown of a thousand-year old oak. 

This's a very big truth and if it lays down it's long at least one kilometer. 

You can measure it, if you don't believe me.