Testo di Petrichor

My parched brown bed begins to soften Under the driving summer rain The forest is being awakened, along with all my senses As I prepare, to take my final, breath Death waits patiently Wild berries will very soon, begin new life amongst my bones My bones Lay me down, on cracked dirt, nothing gold can stay Let them feast, upon my flesh, as the warm rain falls, as the warm rain Falls Returning to the earth, I’m manifested in the light