Track Insight / Lyrics
My handle creaks, a weathered friend
I wait for drops, their journey's end
To nourish roots, to quench the thirst
Of ferns and fir, a gentle burst
Copper dreams, a whispered sigh
Beneath the boughs, I reach for sky
Each drop a tale, a silver thread
Where life takes hold, and dreams are fed
The breeze it sighs, a rustling sound
The needles dance, upon the ground
And I, I yearn to hold the rain
To ease the thirst, to bloom again
A memory flickers, sharp and clear
Of gardens bright, devoid of fear
Where vibrant blooms, in colors bold
A symphony of stories told
Copper dreams, a whispered sigh
Beneath the boughs, I reach for sky
Each drop a tale, a silver thread
Where life takes hold, and dreams are fed
The thunder calls, a distant drum
The sky it cracks, the heavens hum
And I await, with eager spout
The cleansing rain, to wash me out
The storm it breaks, a silver sheet
The forest sighs, with heavy feet
And I, I stand, my purpose true
To guide the drops, to see them through
Copper dreams, a soaring cry
Beneath the boughs, I touch the sky
Each drop a song, a vibrant thread
Where life takes flight, and dreams are fed
