Work Text:
Guitar playing
with fingerpicking in the forest.
The sun casts its rays slantingly
between the leaves on the trees.
The birds are chirping their jolly song.
Sit down on a rock
pick a melody
and sing with them.
Wandering around, it's nice, that.
To walk and pick mushrooms
Pick a melody
you picked a finger there, no!
Put it back in
the earth, where it came from
gently, so gently
You pick a song
Gently, so gently
The guitar has a lovely timbre
Gently, so gently
Because the finger you picked
Is having a funeral for the second time.