Did a little dance little dance little dance
In a little trance little trance little trance
Had a little chance for romance happenstance
So I took a little break with a rake by the lake
And it was a mad dream so it seemed and we deemed it
A storybook romp with no sorry looks stomping
The glorious sound into the bed and the ground and the boots we did pound and the roots we did ground
They grew deep in our minds ends much harder to find they ran right down our spines to our fingertips and our lingering lips
Till a violent storm blew the tree right away tearing up earth and it was hard to stay grounded
And the deep burrowed tips of long laid roots still gasp for precious air worming their way inwards and outwards confused at their apocalyptic limbo