I danced my way down
High knee, low foot
A satyr's frolic
Tingling feet, soft moss, fertile soil
One by one I pecked the seeds from my pack
Into the soil I pressed them, one by one by one
Hopes, Dreams, Ambitions, Aspirations
One, by one, by one, by one,
I sprinkled the seeds with my lifeblood,
I recited my prayer to the earth,
I grinned wild and the sky smiled!
The Giants will know my work
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
I danced my way down
High knee, low foot
A satyr's frolic
Tingling feet, soft moss, fertile soil
One by one I pecked the seeds from my pack
Into the soil I pressed them, one by one by one
Hopes, Dreams, Ambitions, Aspirations
One, by one, by one, by one,
I sprinkled the seeds with my lifeblood,
I recited my prayer to the earth,
I grinned wild and the sky smiled!
The Giants will know my work
