If you take it to the stream
You won't be able to see
The details you need to imprint
On the sheet your left hand hangs
If you keep it by your side
It convulses trying to breathe
And don't let you see the scales
That your pencil wants to shape
Let it breathe from its own source
Of life -beauty-, and it'll show
Its colourful, shining scales,
And a Betta tail's real length
Context is the clue point here;
Try to draw a Betta fish
While it seeks the open air
And its o-mouth takes a breathe;
Try to take a piece of stream
Close to eyes of microscope;
Let the details that you see
Synthesise with the stream piece,
But don't take it from its stream
If you want to see it build
A nest made of little breaths
That in bubbles freshly stay.
