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.
