TYVM

In the misty jungle The shaman drums. Softly. Softer. Almost a whisper. The priestess dances. Swaying with the leaves In the calming breeze Until the end of the world. The young prince plays The ancient panpipes Gently to the tune. Like a rushing waterfall.

After the rain leaves Her friend magically appears. He is the rainbow, But subtly he goes. He comes only for a moment Then shyly slips away. Never to be seen Until another rainy day.

Drip, drip, drip. Goes the soft rain. She falls from the heavens, Washing away our pain. She falls on the leaves And gently sits there. Rests on the strands Of a little girl's hair. But she isn't all peaceful She has a dark side too. She can cause massive floods. She can be moody like you. We try to seek shelter In our comfortable homes. The rain tries to find us, But she's outside, alone.

One million suns Shimmering in the dark. One by one They sparkle at night. Nothing else matters To these little stars. The whole world is empty Deep in their sleep.

When the moon comes And the sun fades away. The world will sleep In time for a new day. When the clouds burst open And the rain crashes down. The old king stood up And threw down his crown. The grass swayed gently In the breeze of the wind. The waves splashed softly At the feet of the queen. When the prince smiled His very last smile. The princess told him To stay a little while. The enemy rushed At the crumbling tower. Arrows fell down Like a meteor shower.