Rain falls upon my porcelain face
Smooth, earthy, cracked
In my kettle skull to think
Pitter pink, pitter pink

Wind whisking through my sand dune hair
Calm, soft, bright
In my furnace lungs to breathe
Whistle weave, whistle weave

Embers nipping wooden fingers
Soft, gentle, warm
In my mushroom heart to bloom
Babble boom, babble boom

Mountains rise under my stone feet
Strong, elegant, large
In my vapid soul to die
Trickle try, trickle try