The sky is falling!

The sky is falling again, and heavenly, places itself on my shoulder,

Like angel dust, one by one you see, now the weight of a boulder,

Light and bright, like dancing light, around me prance,

They twirl with such delight, inviting me to dance,

Marionettes held from up high, delightfully at play,

But soon the sparks would fly, and I would join the fray,

With shovel now in hand in fighting mode, my anger would display,

Enjoin in battle neighbours too, would fight that rascals mask,

From big to small a moodily crew, too lift that burdens task,

Buckets from up on high, hold more than we could bear,

Keep filling up the sky, just stand here now and stare. 

15/02/2008