the sky was walking around the world the land trying to keep up
the weather can not make its up its mind what to be
"Whatever!" the weather thinks to itself
the sky was keeping its clouds in order whilst managing a sunset
the land was out of breath becoming only a shadow of its former self
the sky and the land now the same dark until the moon is turned on
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Waking with my little one she suddenly came out with the fact that 'the sky was walking around the world' and so the rest of the words made themselves up on the spot. A poet should always carry his three year old for inspiration....she always seeing the world in her own image. Tilly creating the world.