The Sky And Me ~Tanu

I reached out and grabbed the cloud 

And pulled the sky to me. 

And since then every thunder has seemed loud 

But no rain can reach the sea. 

The bird nested in the tree, and her wings did wither 

And no one ever heard of her again 

The snake ate her eggs and returned in a slither 

You see—he didn't want anyone to take his name. 

I pulled out the stars and gazed into the socket. 

I guess no murderer had ever been so brief. 

Then I took down the sky and kept it in my pocket 

And waited for someone to call me a thief.