Shells

Porcelain gifts
From the choppy blue waves
She s weaved them in her hair
And made them into staves;
Wherever the blue mountains shifts
Wherever the sun always shines
The girl with shells in her hair
Will be the first to arrive.
With a voice of dew on the grass
A sent of rain on the way,
She ll take your hand and show you her place
Never again will you resurface;
For the palace of which she resides
It be so majestic
The brightest of shells
The biggest of pearls
All line her halls and stairwells.
The golden sun lights up the atmosphere
So beautiful, all must come near
To see the wonders of the blue mountains that shift.
Porcelain gifts
From the choppy blue waves
She s weaved them in her hair
And made them into staves;
When the sun set s on the horizon,
The girl refuses to let it go
But she must take up her sandals
And head home till tomorrow
Wherever the sun always shines
With the shells in her hair
She crawls into bed
And dreams of her palace of shells.