The sky is a pretty saffron hue,
And I’m hanging by my toes-
Standing next to you.
The wind is pulsing vermillion,
And I’m carried by the breeze-
Before a house of ten billion.
The rocky sea is frozen felt,
And I’m drowning in the tide-
Before a single drop can melt.
The world is what shades make it,
And I’m a stringless puppet-
Dancing while I sit.