When the heavens awakened the rain came down
And the earth breathed a sigh of relief
And as if by design all my senses aligned
With the fragrance of soil and leaf
When you breathe in the scent of that heady perfume
You can taste coming change on the wind
And it serves to remind us that everything ends
To make room for the new to begin
Petrichor, a prelude to what's in store
A tribute to everything that went before
Petrichor
A peculiar concoction of hope and despair
Leaves a bittersweet taste on the tongue
When you mourn for the loss of what's always been there
Yet anticipate what's yet to come
Petrichor, a prelude to what's in store
A tribute to everything that went before
Petrichor
And the bells across England's cathedrals
All started to ring
And the streets filled with people who lowered their heads
And as one voice I heard them all sing
"God Save The King"
Then as quick as it started the rain did abate
But it left a ghost of that bouquet
And I then realised, that in truth nothing dies
In this circle of birth and decay
It's strange how we're blind to what's under our nose
When it's been in our lives for so long
But what's stranger to me is the hole that it leaves
Is much bigger for knowing it's gone
Petrichor
A prelude to what's in store
A tribute to everything that went before
Petrichor
A promise that balance will soon be restored
Petrichor