Three men on a platform,
one wipes the sun,
another washes the clouds,
the third one rinses the sky.
I wonder if they will stay there,
When it's night time.

When I come back,
one wipes the sun,
another washes the stars,
the third one rinses the milky way.

Scan
a chess set on tall towers reaching for the sky,
multi coloured ants and worms squirming, covers Eastern Ribbon Snake,
spilt milk of turtles and giraffes soaring above,    
buildings leaving ******* giants flattened on the road,
buildings with bones of steel and once mangled mountains and burnt beaches,