Merry-Go-Round

The birch cries her sap in the dark
The willow's shoulder droops, the blue gum strips its bark
The maple samaras rotate gently down
The pine cones all over parachute to the ground
crash-landing on the needle-covered soil
Go round in circles, go round the bend
at her mercy in the end
what if my mother died
how would I survive
When they sputter to a halt, when they crack and die
where do all the heathens lie?
Leaves and broken twigs buried in the snow
the waterfall frozen in mid-air, the trout barely moving in the stream
the forest's symphony orchestrates a whispering sound
rushing up to the merry-go-round
Go round in circles, go round the bend
at her mercy in the end
what if my mother died
how would I survive
When they sputter to a halt, when they crack and die
where do all the heathens lie?
Go round in circles, go round the bend
at her mercy in the end
what if my mother died
how would I survive
When they sputter to a halt, when they crack and die
where do all the heathens lie?



Credits
Writer(s): Giancarlo Pugliese
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