My throne is pedestal crafted from dirt. The dandelions pray to me, I send their prayers to the moon. The clouds provide our dance floor, the rain provides our tune. Our voices echo like thunder, as our wild screams fill the sky. Up there, we are the rulers. Just the dandelions and I.
"The dandelions pray to me, I send their prayers to the moon." It's like you're the pope! Very nice. You are going to be a author/poet/journalist/etc some day, my dear.
The pope! Haha. Thanks, I really hope to be a writer, but not yet. I need to do waaaaaaay better. And longer.
That is so very very beautiful...I thought maybe it was song lyrics. I think Ill quote you someday on this..