***Before you read this I want to tell you about...
Why am I...

I used to be hard
And small and round...

As the wind soars
I move along...

I have grown
Thick and tall...

Boiling, bubbling
The water is running...

I was just running
From all the fear in the world...

This is a story
Of her...

At the side of her grave
I just need to dream...

On the outside
Everyone sees beauty...

On the outside
Everyone sees beauty...

High it flew
Consisting of red green and blue...

The sweet smells
The comfort...