A Natural Factory

My factory will make aeroplanes from snow and sleet, melting inside the sound of speed; constructing houses from photographs, tissue paper and thread; Papier-mâché homes of memories. My factory will knit schools from silk and cotton, fabrics building children from the ground up, whilst assembling furniture from the flotsam and jetsam of parties, replacing oak with dancefloors. My factory will fashion bridges from handprints and road signs from the feathers of birds, free to fly; it will form spectacles within the ivory of piano keys, create walking sticks from the strings of a harp. My factory will grow men from sunlight and women from rosebuds, nurture children in an hourglass; forging governments from salt and sand, moulding leaders from mud and earth which will not crack.