An apple fell

From a tree that I knew

In a garden I grew from

Where I blossomed and died

And came back alive

An apple fell

 

The dampened sound

Brings me round

Grass brushes my feet

As I lay down

Weightless heavy

Cushioned on solid ground

 

Chorus

The smell of the sun in this garden

Revives

Clears smoke from the inside

Restoring lives

The smell of the sun in this garden

Revives

I leave with my eyes wide

 

There’s a lawnmower in the distance

Buzzing back pictures

Jigsaw recall, history flickers

The sun draws me out

The breeze cools me down

Inhaling sounds

Star shaped on safe ground

 

Chorus x 1

 

Tangled in roots here my anchor shines

It serves to remind, when I’m gone where I’ll find

 

There was one bad apple

hanging over the well

Every shadow had a story to tell

One bad apple hanging over the well

In my story the bad apple fell

 

You don’t see it until it’s not in your face

You don’t taste it until your palette is grey

You don’t hear it until the quiet is deafening

And it comes from the blood in your veins

 

Chorus x 1

 

This garden

This garden

This garden

This garden

(to fade)

 

© 2013.  Jo Bywater