Flowers live high,

die hard,

and well.

When no one is looking,

I take off my shoes and socks,

and dance in the rain.

When  no one is looking,

I climb up on the clouds,

my steps to the sky,

and juggle the stars,

like shining rubber balls,

When no one is looking,

I want to kiss God,

on the mouth,

and move the mountains

around,

and scrub the sky clean,

above our Mother,

the earth.