I am an old artist. I was living in no place, no time and no light. All I had was a paint pallet and a brush.

 Once, I perceived a white spot in the dark and I walked towards it.

"It's a semi circle" I said.

 I hurried and when I got closer I could see that it was a sphere: one semi sphere of black words and another of uninked papers. It was breathtaking and ostensibly what I was looking for.

 Feeling excited, I took my paint pallet to make all those meaningless words alive by giving them meaning.

"Ocean" was the first. I closed my eyes and imagined an endless blue. I picked a brush and started to shape my imagination on paper.

"Soil" was the next. I painted it in brown.

Then, "Plants"

"Green would be a perfect choice." I thought.

 I felt so tired and I needed to take some rest but that gloomy ceiling needed a light.

So, "Moon" and "Stars" were my next paintings.

I fell asleep over all those names. When I opened my eyes, it was still dark. I got the word on which I lay my head. It was "Sun". I painted it in bright yellow and hung it in the sky to light up the...the..."World".

 My world needed residents. I wanted to try something different , I added all colors together and I masterfully painted the "Man".

 Animals, Air, Years  Seasons...I painted all of them one by one.

 "Done!" I said while putting down my pallet and brush to relieve my shoulder. I took some steps backwards to watch them all from a distance. It was beautiful but all those colors seemed so colorless, there must have been something missing, the most important thing. 

Lost in thought, I saw there was one last word and one last piece of paper.

Holding "Love" close to my chest, I thought about the shape and color of love.

Edited by Gowaart 

A fish doesn't need diamonds,

Harry Winston Ruby Slippers,

Lamborghini Veneno,

Or care for iPhone

It doesn't hunger for Zillion-dollar breakfast,

Diamond Martini

Or hot bikini

It doesn't need to brag,

Or have a yen for Hermes Birkin handbag

All it needs is some water to survive

And an endless ocean to live

Once upon a time

There was a petite boy

Living in a petite town

He used to ride his bike to the sky

to look for his own star

One day he took his basket

Waited for his star to come out 

Asked the night to unmask it

He saw a white light

Turned pedals to the night covered sky

He picked his star

It made his world city of light

But, alas, the light was fading away as the days were passing by

The city of light

Turned to the city of non-white

He got the star

And put it in the bike basket

Tears were running down on his cheeks

"Why?" nobody had asked it

He put back his star

Back in the sky

And it shined so bright

He came back on the earth

The climate was depressed

His mood was dark as the night

But his night had a star

No matter how far

He knew that it was where it belonged