Evergreen by Squinch Owl

as the snow melts and the fields are unfurled
and the lines of the land are revealed
as clearly knit one, and purl
what is left living kicks up its heels at the wind
and what we have buried, we wait for time to mend

through the filter of age i try to recall
the dances of spring, the now distant fall
who was i then? i am not them now
time is dragging me along like the horse drags the plough
to turn the earth, start anew somehow

and i watch the chickens scratch and peck,
and even little grasses do grow back
and oh, you only need to beckon and we will
give this world something to reckon with
lose our troubles like a bad dream
upon waking everything is green
evergreen...

• Acoustic
• Folk
• Heavy meadow
• Troy