My Storymaker

I watch him as he plucks flies from wings

And puts rocks to bed, as the rain sings

The grass is purple and the sky sugar blue

When he's around all fantasies are true

He's my storymaker...

The world looks like a rainbow as I pass

I ride upon a unicorn on a sea of glass

The fish fly and the birds swim

The stars dance upon the moon's rim

And I place the sun upon my head

And wear it as a crown

I am a queen when he is around

He is my storymaker...

He paints his canvas with every leaf

Makes emotion, love and grief

When he speaks music is felt

It makes me quiver and melt

He is my storymaker...

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