Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in golden haze
Sun-warmed skin in summer days
Rooted deep, a silent plea
Watch the seasons change with me.
Prunus armeniaca, I reside
Ancient branches, open wide
A feathered hush, a drowsy drone
This valley's breath, my very own.
I feel the tractor's rumble low
And watch the human seedlings grow.
Peach and plum, a rosy hue
Drinking sunshine, drinking dew
My blossom's scent, a sweet perfume
Announcing life beyond the gloom.
I've seen a hundred summers pass
Reflected in the window glass.
Stone fruit bloom, a fragile grace
A fleeting moment, time and space
Golden pollen, drifting free
A silent orchard symphony.
Stone fruit bloom, a sun-soaked dream
A quiet life, it would seem.
Nectarine and apricot align
Holding treasures, truly divine.
A ladybug climbs up my bark
Leaving tiny, crimson mark.
The migrant workers bend and glean
A harvest woven, a vibrant scene.
The irrigation ditches flow
Where ancient water whispers slow
I drink the lifeblood of the land
A steady rhythm, close at hand.
The air is thick with promise bright
As darkness yields to morning light.
Stone fruit bloom, a fragile grace
A fleeting moment, time and space
Golden pollen, drifting free
A silent orchard symphony.
Stone fruit bloom, a sun-soaked dream
A quiet life, it would seem.
But shadows lengthen, seasons turn
A fragile beauty, lessons learned.
The fruit will ripen, then descend
A cycle ending, without end.
The pickers come, the branches bare
A whispered farewell on the air.
I stand resilient, weathered, old
A story in my rings unfolds.
The wind it whispers through my leaves
Of sun-drenched days and golden sheaves.
I watch the valley stretch and gleam
Lost in a sunlit, waking dream.
Stone fruit bloom, a fragile grace
A fleeting moment, time and space
Golden pollen, drifting free
A silent orchard symphony.
Stone fruit bloom, a sun-soaked dream
A quiet life, it would seem.
Dust motes dance, a fading light
Rooted deep, in endless night.
Prunus armeniaca, still I wait
For spring's return, and sealed fate.
The scent of blossom, lingers on…
A silent song, 'til the break of dawn.
