today, the day disturbs me, and won't bother to speak in hushed tones despite my stillness...
Smell a flower from the field, see the bee depart. Learn from them all that you can - sing in tune with the art
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
For now, my heart will sleep as I pray the Lord my soul to keep, should I die before I wake, let it be for another rain's sake
Fin'lly stopped, I silently rest//Gears red hot from the grind//All pulled apart, cleaned, oiled, and dressed//Refurbished by design