Toppled Again
By James Hickey

Verse 1
You dress yourself in sunshine and venture out each day
You head to where yesterday t’was plenty food around
Sour sob and wild mustard, Hoarhound and capeweed
Bridal creeper by the pound is all you need

You have no markets no Sunday fairs
From which to select your wares
All you have is all you see
No wicker basket for a be

We cut them down just for the sake of native provenance
You search for these but they are neatly
Toppled to the ground

Verse 2
You build your nest in hidden places
Far from the ground you keep yourself
And those you love are safe and sound
Your lullaby sends them to sleep

You hear a crack in the morning light
From your next you take flight
But those you love where have they gone?
They have toppled to the ground

Verse 3
You find your place in solitude
You like to hide yourself away
But those you love want to sit upon your knee
I’ve heard that all you need is love
That love can heal my soul
But why do I hurt yourself
And topple us to the ground
And topple us to the ground

My imagination runs rampant here
As I peer out through the dim evening light
The bees have flown back to their homes
Where ever that may be

Verse 4
I’ll have some tranquil moments here
I’ll have a star lit night but just for now
The birds are singing there goes the sun
It has toppled to the ground