I am for muzart

Guess my colours

I am the wrinkled trunk

That picks a flower
And uproots a tree

I am the feathers
That fan out in dance
Under overcast skies

I am the centre
Of the bull 's eye,
Poached, hardboiled 

I am the bird
Sent out by Noah
After the flood

I am the backdrop
Against which 

stars shine

I am the eye
Of the universe
Burning, giving life

I am the river
That runs in our veins
Spilling when sliced

I am what's left

After the last leaf

Has fallen