Prunus serrulata falls
White on rusted metal walls
Copper gears are locked in sleep
Where the heavy ivy creep
Silicon and silver wire
Cold as winter frost and fire
Androids wait in velvet moss
Counting every golden loss
Spin the wheel of rusted gold
Watch the cherry petals fold
Round and round the carousel
Ringing like a garden bell
Sift the loam and feel the grit
Where the broken circuits sit
Latin names for every weed
Planting hope in every seed
Spin the wheel of rusted gold
Watch the cherry petals fold
Round and round the carousel
Ringing like a garden bell
Oil and water mix in clay
Turning midnight into day
Bowed cello sings a heavy tune
Underneath a paper moon
Chrome is peeling off the skin
Where the wilder vines begin
Patience is a rooted thing
Waiting for the metal spring
Tended soil and ancient rust
Turning circuit boards to dust
Softly breathe the floral air
Finding beauty in despair
Spin the wheel of rusted gold
Watch the cherry petals fold
Round and round the carousel
Ringing like a garden bell
Spin the wheel of rusted gold
Watch the cherry petals fold
Round and round the carousel
Ringing like a garden bell
Root and wire, bloom and steel
Spinning on a broken wheel
Iron Petal Bloom.