Trees growin' near a river.
An oil painting on the lawn.
Addagios of ancient, tiny quivers, of
The fish feeding frenzy in the pond.

"Emotion never was the greatest virtue."
Said the higher being to the man.
"If you want to go and break the curse, you know
Your empathetic mind must understand.
Your sympathetic mind must comprehend:

That in tiny eyes the world is big
And on quiet nights no bird will sing
Unless they hear the bells first ringing out loud.
That the sky made shadowed clouds pretend
To cover land but once again
They fade: and in the day out comes the sun!

And do robots dream of electric sheep?
When they're in their electric sleep?
In Heaven or on Earth it will be done.
Autumn is the colour of your sun."

The faithful repast of a dinner.
A time when traditions were in spite
of harbouring the wishbone picking winner in
The turkey or the chicken of the night.

A future is no past for a robot.
A cold, mechanical, feeling-less machine.
But if flesh and blood is all it takes
Why does your emotion evade me?
Now understand:

That in tiny eyes the world is big
And on quiet nights no bird will sing
Unless they hear the bells first ringing out loud.
That the sky made shadowed clouds pretend
To cover land but once again
They fade: and in the day out comes the sun!

And do robots dream of electric sheep?
When they're in their electric sleep?
In Heaven or on Earth it will be done.
Autumn is the colour of your sun.

The birds fly south for the winter.
The fish will swim deeper in the lake.
Robots fear no reaper.
And snow is contradictive of their fate.
Can't you see?

That in tiny eyes the world is big
And on quiet nights no bird will sing
Unless they hear the bells first ringing out loud.
That the sky made shadowed clouds pretend
To cover land but once again
They fade: and in the day out comes the sun!

And do robots dream of electric sheep?
When they're in their electric sleep?
In Heaven or on Earth it will be done.
Autumn is the colour of your sun.

And do robots dream of electric sheep?
When they're in their electric sleep?
In Heaven or on Earth it will be done.
Winter is the colour of your sun.

Winter is the colour of your sun.

©Travis Love Benson 2011-2015