Tunnels in the Sky

The sky is a giant canvas,
Upon which pink tunnels gape,
Created by 3D fuzz that suck in their surroundings
Little hexagonal grapes.

These holes are connected by girders of green,
In a meshed web that covers the sky,
A colourful screen,
Clouds low and misty.

Where do these these tunnels lead?
Written in codes of the universe
That I can try and read,
Before they disperse.