a creature looked up at the sky
a tear filled its eye
o universe hear my plea
and set my poor self free
i don’t want no world made of dirt
and rocks that cause me hurt
just one made from the finest sand
that i can run the grains through my hand
the creature’s wish was granted
on the planet nothing was planted
his toes and feet met no resistance
clouds drifted in the distance
the sky above was blue
heaven’s heart was true
a lonely bird flew
over a world where nothing grew
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