A single white sail in the horizon,
Protruding obscenely upwards.
Like a lone blade of grass,
In a plain of endless blue.

Night falls upon the world,
Enveloping everything in shadows.
Glistening, still, black all around,
Except for the diamond’s flash of white.

Dawn ascends,
And the world is born anew,
Shifting strokes and golden rays,
And a dab of white.

Like a lonely blade of grass,
In a plain of endless blue.
Ever white.
Still alone.