Strata

Turning

Turning

Wheels are turning

Cogs are burning

Now unfurling

Roots and branches

Distanced so

Branched, insightful

Roots so frightful

Down beneath canopy

Beneath the mulch

Beneath the sea

Beneath the scum

And you will see

The molten core

But best not flee

For what's in store

Well, we will see

Branches parted

Shh, it's started

Get to the heart

Of the cold cold hearted

Petals burst

And shrivel thus

But the petals are not

What you came to see

You came to see

Beneath the sea

Beneath the mulch

Beneath the scum

You came to see the cogs

You came to see the wheels