A step, a stone, an unfolding path
What is left of a root, feels a bit lonely
It's a glass splinter, it's life, it's the sun
It's death, it's the sleep, it's a half-open trap
A one thousand year old tree, a knot in the wood
It's a barking dog, it's a bird in the air
It's a rotting trunk, it's the thawing snow
The deep mystery, the promise of life
It's the wind's breath on top of the hills
It's an old ruin, the emptiness, the void
It's the chattering magpie/chatterbox, it's the downpour pouring
Joyful streams down, it's the waters of March
It's the confidently and slow-paced foot that is walking on
It's the stretching out hand, it's the cast away stone
It's a hole in the ground, an unfolding path
What is left of a root, feels a bit lonely
It's the bird in the air, it's the bird landing down
The watered garden, the clearwater spring
A splinter, a nail, it's the rising fever
It's a correct amount, it's a bit of nothing at all
A fish, a move, it's like quicksilver
It's everything we're waiting for, it's everything that's left to us
It's wood, it's one day the end of the platform
A tampered alcohol, the shortest way
It's the cry of an owl, a sleepy body
The rusty car, it's the mud, it's the mud
A step, a bridge, a cawing toad
It's a shopper passing by, it's a beautiful skyline
It's the rainy season, it's the melting of ice
It's the waters of March, the promise of life
A stone, a stick, it's Joseph and it's James
An attacking snake, a cut in the heel
A step, a stone, an unfolding path
What is left of a root, feels a bit lonely
It's the fading winter, the end of a season
It's the thawing snow, it's the waters of March
The promise of life, the deep mystery
It's the waters of March at the very bottom of your heart