The Mushroom Tree
The day has done, the Sun's gone down;
The day has done, the Sky's aflamed.
Soon no eyes will see the wonderous beauty
That came before the Mushroom Tree.
The day has done, the Moon has risen;
The day has done, the Stars are shining.
It's too late to see the mistakes
For we've seen the bloom of the Mushroom Tree.
The day has done, but it's the dawn of Doom;
The day has done, and so are we.
For the city glows with ghostly Silence;
The Fruit of the Mushroom Tree.
The day has done, and I'm alone;
The day has done, and I'll soon be gone.
Soon there'll be no Life to see;
So deadly the fragrance of the Mushroom Tree.
The planet is empty except for the ruins.
Is this another world far off in space?
Or is it our world the chosen one
For the blossoming of the Mushroom Tree?
The hollow Night has done, the empty Dawn begun;
As the silent grave circle the Sun,
No one will see the sterile Fruit
Of the glorius Mushroom Tree.