High up the skies above,
Lives a boy who nestles the sun
in his feeble chest,
He sings a song; a lullaby
to put the sun to sleep.
High up the skies above,
Lives a girl who grates an ice
She grates and grates till summer
came, till it fell as snow, as rain.
High up the skies above,
Lives a servant boy to a lazy queen
She is always warm thus needs to cool,
So he blows and blows till the trees
can't dance to tune.
High up the skies above,
Lives a peasant maid with the purest soap
She makes a bubble, a trillion bubble that
connects to form a foam.
With every fall from her laundry bowl,
they fall to form the clouds.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC
High up the skies above,
Lives a boy who nestles the sun
in his feeble chest,
He sings a song; a lullaby
to put the sun to sleep.
High up the skies above,
Lives a girl who grates an ice
She grates and grates till summer
came, till it fell as snow, as rain.
High up the skies above,
Lives a servant boy to a lazy queen
She is always warm thus needs to cool,
So he blows and blows till the trees
can't dance to tune.
High up the skies above,
Lives a peasant maid with the purest soap
She makes a bubble, a trillion bubble that
connects to form a foam.
With every fall from her laundry bowl,
they fall to form the clouds.
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