Lani hall - waters of march
A stick a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump
It's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass
It is life it's the sun
It is night it is death
It's a trap it's a gun
The oak when it blooms
A fox in the brush
The knot in the wood
The song of a thrush
The wood of the wind
A cliff a fall
A scratch a lump
It is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free
It's the end of the slope
It's a beam it's a void
It's a hunch it's a hope
And the river bank talks
Of the waters of march
It's the end of the strain
The joy in your heart
The foot the ground
The flesh and the bone
The beat of the road
A slingshot stone
A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light
The shot of a gun
In the dead of the night
A mile a must
A thrust a bump
It's a girl it's a rhyme
It's a cold it's the mumps
The plan of the house
The body in bed
And the car that got stuck
It's the mud it's the mud
A float a drift
A flight a wing
A hawk a quail
It's the promise of spring
The river bank talks
Of the waters of march
It's the promise of life
The joy in your heart
A pass in the mountains
A horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves
Rode three shadows of blue
A stick a stone
The end of the load
The rest of a stump
A lonesome road
A sliver of glass
A life the sun
A knight a death
The end of the run
And the river bank talks
Of the waters of march
It's the end of all strain
The joy in your heart