How The World Turns

 

I’m in a garden in the sky where sunlight grows on trees

When it’s ripe its drops straight down and shines on land and seas

I’m in a factory in the sky where they make the clouds

And once they’ve filled them up with rain they drop them out in crowds.

 

I’m with a man sat on the horizon watching him paint the sky

He’s lucky as every day and night he gets another try

I’m sat upon a shooting star with rope tied to the sun

As it shoots, the sun it moves, another day’s begun.

 

I’m with a princess on the moon; she’s trying to send a sign

She polishes the surface so that the moon might shine

I’m sat atop a rainbow but it’s really tubes of plastic

And little elves pour paint to fill them, making it fantastic

 

I’m with an astral hamster now; he’s large but rather thin

He runs atop the world we live, and as he runs we spin

And light years away an ancient woman sits stirring her tea

She doesn’t have a clue she’s stirring our whole galaxy.

Reviews

[Ethan Boroian]

Seriously awesome!!

[Chaoscaine]

I love that imagination and the celestial view of what is usually normal. Despite the fact I'm very picky in my reviews, and have to admit that I LOVE it. Well done!