Upon a Tractor, Beneath a Tree

Upon a tractor, beneath a tree

Comes an elvish melody

That shakes the heart and rattles bone

Whilst up, up there hoary clouds moan;

Droplets of why and how, yes and no

Sing as the dancing elder winds blow

To the beat of a heart, ho hum,

Fresh ideas a thundering drum

And golden throats mellifluous rise,

Closing in with Life’s surprise.

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