Fendrick & Peck

The Sandhill Crane

She took her last breath

As a whitethroat traveled northbound

It's an ancient dance

Of death and life in a strange romance

A body below

Grows again as a dandelion

With the pull of the tide

The moon is full and then it hides

Round and around

Out from a crack stretches a beak

Falls from the nest

Brushes the flesh of a blossoming peach

It's an ancient dance

Of death and life in a strange romance

But I'm still asleep

'Til I wake to the early morning

When the sandhill crane

Spreads it's call across the land

As they gently fly

So steady their body and wing

As the colors change

Over the distant trees

As the rising sun

Pulls

and pulls across the land

There are two kinds of time

Maybe more beyond my mind

But the two that I see

I find myself caught between

There is one that divides

Like the rusty old barbed wire fence

Pricks my palm

Like the tick tock of the second hand

A cut can be deep

20 years pass in the blink of an eye

I was just a child

With a shadow overtaking me

A simple glance

Look at the time think I am bound

But I'm still asleep

'Til I wake to the early morning

When the sandhill crane

Spreads it's call across the land

As they gently fly

So steady their body and wing

As the colors change

Over the distant trees

As the rising sun

Pulls

and pulls across the land