Gently rocking in rhythmic orbits
dancing pantomime upon the wooden beam
lemon silk exploding sits
life hiding in slow decay seems –
once again so alert
awake in the noontime glow
as if at once to assert
that what now reaps, soon must sow.
Gently rocking in rhythmic orbits
dancing pantomime upon the wooden beam
lemon silk exploding sits
life hiding in slow decay seems –
once again so alert
awake in the noontime glow
as if at once to assert
that what now reaps, soon must sow.