🎶La da da Dee la da da Dum
🎶 La da da Dee la da da Dum
🎶 The wind whispers through my petals,
Her breath🌬️ a gentle tickle.
Oh, Windy Wind, who are they?
Those are the gnomes,
Dwelling beneath the tree stumps🪵
"What are they doing with Riri?
And Big Berry?What do they hold?"
"They wield a pixie pruner.
It'll make them beautiful."
"Why are Swifty Fox and Big Bear hiding?
Why are Riri and Little Oak flying?"
The giggling gnomes hold a confetti fountain.
"How colorful! They make Riri, Little oak and the others fly,
making them beautiful.
Oh! How they dance with joy!"
"How tall!!"
"Windy Wind, look! Who are they?
Miss sky is completely closed."
Windy Wind's giggles blow at me,
her laughter swirling me up.
"They are the giants,
they'll make this grove pretty.
And more friends will come to play."
The giants' little blocks step up,
little by little into the clouds.
My fluffy friends go in between.
"Windy Wind, where have you been?Why are Big bear, Little Fox, and the others running?"
Why are the giants holding Riri's mum as they run after our little friends? Stop them!"
But Windy Wind hums instead,
Slowly circling.
"They are playing a game of hide and seek. "
Come on, let's join in the fun."
🎶 Delightfully we play hide and seek.
🎵Oh, the fog has cleared away.
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum.
Oh, Father Sun is gone,
Mother Moon isn't near,
your children, the stars, are here,
but I see none of them.
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum.
🎼Bring back my world.
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum
The giants' watchtowers spy the clouds,
Uncle bear is gone,
Swifty Tiger's swifter than the winds.
No more can I feel it's tresses.
No more hear the melodies of the winds
No more can he come due to the canopies in the skies.
Up, up, above.
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum
Dark and dark the sun hangs no more.
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum
Bring back my world🌑
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum
Bring back my daisies🍃
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum
Father, Oh! Mother Sun
Where are you?
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum
Mummy dandelion is gone.
Riri is gone.
Old Swifty has left these fields.
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum
My beautiful butterfly friends.
🎼La la da da Dee la da da Dum
How quiet it all is.
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum
🔅Bring back my family🔅
🔅Bring back my friends🔅
🔅Bring back my world🔅
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum
🎼La da da Dee la da da Dum
Bring back my world.
🎼 La da da Dee la da da Dum.
Bring back my world🍂
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FLEETING THOUGHTS
General FictionWriting poems for the blues. To let my inner voice have her own podium. Just for fun actually. Or maybe not, depends on how you interpret it, It still all depends on the human mind And heart in the end.
