An Inland's Fickly Weather.

Have you witnessed this fickly weather?

Did they tell you there was a storm?

I know you heard it smashed my sunflowers,

and wrecked my door.

But I made an aeroplane, 

I made it out of the tiny remains, 

that were scattered on the floor.

For when it's time,
I'll fly off alone.

I also made tiny creatures,
angels,
and monsters,
and unicorns.

I don't yet know what they're good for.

There is also a lot of wind,

it's too much sound,
it destroys my tree house,

and I keep falling to the ground.

Only on my tippy toes,

I stay balanced in the thrust,
and maybe spin and dance around,

before my eyes are filled with dust.

And the beautiful ruins of mine,
are a huge mountain that I climb.

I paint what I see when I'm up high,
before I tumble out of time.

I'm witnessing fog,
with blinding light.

I'm rising with the wave,
and sinking with its tide.

My inland is on fire,
and it feels so cold,
all in the same hour.

I shatter in the flood.

But I skip stones,

and build a castle out of mud.

The castle has no doors, 

no windows,

and some cracks.

But while it lasts,
I gather some seashells, 

that I take home,

and make into anklets, 

and dangling bells.

For when the storm comes again, 

I'd also hear an echo,

of their acoustic rhythm,
and maybe jingling stories they'd tell.

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Amelie Soundtrack - Yann Tiersen

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