She lays among the flowers

and spreads among the sheets.

She counts the clouds for hours

and turns them into sheep.

They sleep along the rivers

and shower in the deep

and breath in all thats Autumn

till Winter stays.

They almost didn't find her.

A couple times she walked to the train tracks

Sometimes her forehead gets hot.

It comes and goes.

Sometimes the medicine can heal her kind

It's like a hurricane inside her.

Inside the hurricane her mind gets blown.

It's like a hurricane inside her.....