Quiet, as the sun sets in, tell the moon it's time. Dragonflies and flower tears sense the air is fine.
Dancing lilies in the trees watching baby sleep. Willow's thinking everywhere. What do babies dream? Windchimes
screaming to the air, reformed clouds start to float. Spiraling now to the end, taking all of this hope.

As the background begins to melt, light and dark become one. Silence shreaks as loud is hailed as the ruler of the
sun. Circling, above babies feet, as it lay on grass ground. Fallen trees, and all pulled liles, watching it from the clouds.

So the cries, run down it face and the tears swirl around. All who hear, fear and stand in place and can't help but think out loud.
Shy away, shy away windstorm
Run away, terrified child, you will
Move away, fight the tornado.
Fly away, before if all comes down.