desert: too hot to fight.
top of the hill,
scarecrows on guard.
surrounding the hill,
large skeletons with decaying flesh
show off razor-sharp teeth and claws.
former out-numbered by thousands.
"Stand firm!" yells a scarecrow,
"the Cloud is above us!"
charging for straw,
dirty bones close in.
"Hold strong!"
laughing and rumbling,
skeletons strive on heat.
"Hold!"
ratio: too deadly to blink.
"Hold!"
seven yards apart and swallowing.
"RE-JOICE!!!!!"
suddenly the scarecrows play all kinds
of instruments, known and unknown
throughout the world as some sing
loud in harmony:
"We Sing for Free-dom,
Sing for Free-dom."
the skeletons invovoluntarilylyly shshake.
"La la laah,
La la laah."
bones explode into sand--
giant donut of flying dust!
"We Sing for all the Children, Sing for
all the Children, 'lala lala, la lah.
La la lah, lalaah'�"
smoke clears. music ends.
the skeletons have all vanished.
silence.
again the Cloud quickly begins moving.
the scarecrows pack up and follow it�
i am all the scarecrows.
the Cloud is my Rainbow.