Hum of machines
Drown butterfly wings
Slicing the wind

Tomorrow, I wish you’d stayed
I wish you did not invade
Now the water speaks your name
And all tremble in pain

A river to a stream
Becomes an ocean
To extreme
And we falter

Unharness to excess
And the hum of deception
Trick the marsh
To a desert

A desert
To a marsh
Will all be lost?
Covered in the frost

What we created
Stilled creation
In a breathless dream

I can still see
The black in the sea
How I wish
You were here with me

Yesterday a simple spade
Became a blade
Of so much more
And the hum of deception

Became the creation