Under the fruit trees,
Sap from honey so sweet,
But what lies above is enough to sink.
The sourness of a forgotten feat.
Bring to me my sour fruit, ripe and clean.
Bring to me my sweet bee’s treat.
Honey or lemons,
I ask for both,
Contrasting the evil with the good.
Eat, eat,eat, shouted words from one demon to its monster.
Drink, drink, drink, for the day shall last forever.
Chop down the fruit tree
And plant another.
Give new life to the earth and death to the moon.
In the heat of the sun the first born whithers.
Another here ready to take its place.
Another born to pass the time away.
Honey and lemons,
These are the children it bares.
It seeks both,
Contrasting itself.
Honey or lemons,
Sweet words with a sour tone.
Honey or lemons,
With a violent mind I find a home.