Feeding, loving, yielding life
Lingers dripping ripe
The end is here to begin again
The wind spits them into the earth
Sacrifice precious, slow syrup
There's no time for what you believe in
Bright orange, dark red, pull, hanging fruit
Splitting open, bursting ripe
A sea of golden hair and dirt
Seeds will blow and rain will come
Sucked up shriveled skin left to die