The corpseflower had so many memories,
Horrors of the lives before it survived...

The Queen of Winter,
Throned to the icy palace...

Her eyes burnt trees to timbers
Her hair was flaming fire...

As my grandma told me a story one night,
Beware of the GibGobBabbleBoo...

The old poet at the desk,
Had sat there 80 years...

I saw her watching,
The birds in the hair...

The rain pitter-pattering,
Sinking deep on the floor...

The sea groaning,
The sound of the rain...

I watched,
Silent as a mouse...

The clouds are turning dark,
The wind is blowing too...

Time is the trees in the breeze,
Time is the hanky in which we sneeze...

I love the world for what it is,
And when I'm happy, I know because of the poem...