The swirl of autumn leaves, Antlers from great stags, Diamonds from mines.
I will put in the box
A leaping dive from a curious dolphin, The sweet juice from a mango, A crashing tidal wave.
I will put in the box
Sparks from fireworks, The last gurgle from a baby, And some butterfly wings.
My box is decorated with diamonds and gold, With secrets at the bottom, And dangers on the top, All tied up with ribbons.
I surf on a tidal wave, In my magic box, Then the waves carry me ashore, To an unknown ancient time.
