Cold to the touch
Bury yourself
For the winter to come
Gathering brush
Eating tomatoes
Harvesting plums
Build a boat from a tree
Travel the water
Cerulean blue
Im causing a scene
Funeral pyre
Raising the plume
I'm painting the sky
Mix up the colors
To get it just right
Animal hide
Horse with a nickname
Montana in sight
I was made from a mold
But I think I was bumped
Before I went in the kiln
You better be bold
Abandon your plan
See your friends on whim"