there is music being traded between cells
under the canopy,
reposed in the sound

there are dance steps in directions
giving us everything
under the canopy,
reposed in the sound

who said it was nothing
whispered the trees
stood the ground.

how it was anything
wondered a man
rememb'ring a girl
dreamed a world.

Rings around, rings around
and yet here i sit and wait
for my life to begin
how strange.
how up and down
how beautiful
from the top and from the bottom,

*strange.