Prunus serrulata bloom
Scenting every empty room
Iron horses frozen still
Bending to a winter will
Copper wires in a tangle
Light hits at a jagged angle
Androids watch the petals fall
Waiting for a distant call
Spinning in a rusted ring
Hear the heavy metal sing
Cherry blossoms paint the gray
Turning all the rust away
Loam and peat beneath the wheel
Roots embrace the frozen steel
Patience in the dark brown soil
End of all the human toil
Spinning in a rusted ring
Hear the heavy metal sing
Cherry blossoms paint the gray
Turning all the rust away
Oil leaks like a heavy tear
Counting every lonely year
Serrated leaves and silver skin
Where the wilder woods begin
Circuit boards are turning green
Softest moss I have ever seen
Calyx holding tight to gold
Stories that the gardens hold
Oil and pollen mix in air
Static humming everywhere
Androids bow their heavy heads
Waking from their metal beds
Spinning in a rusted ring
Hear the heavy metal sing
Cherry blossoms paint the gray
Turning all the rust away
Prunus Rust.
In the soil we trust.
(Fading hum)
