and then there we see spectrum of white br and still vibgyor hides in guise to behold br are we not seven by wave of length beyond? br as rungs illusive spins through scarlet wine br br clouds trudge through wind onto dripping, br summer may meet rain being bestirred br is not green of pine riffles in winter snow br thunder still reels through storm ripping void br , br things changes in space and time by necessity.