Miracles from Little Volcano by Veda Hille

Here is the bird that never flew
Here is the tree that never grew
Here is the bell that never rang
Here is the fish that never swam
Here is the lock that never gave
Here is conviction, never caved
Here are the bridges never burned
Here is the woman, never returned

Here is the coin never spent
Here is the message never sent
Here is the specimen, never discarded
Here are the doctors, broken-hearted
Here is the action never taken
Here is resolve, never shaken
Here is the watch that was never wound
Here is the guard, never down
Here is the flower that never blossomed
Here are the foxes (we never saw them)
Here is the blood that was never cold
Here are the words unsaid
Swallowed

Here is the field never plowed
Here is the want, never allowed
Here is the pen that was never dry
And here, and here
And close, and wide
And on and on
The fallen fruit
The forgotten song

• Experimental
• folk song
• Vancouver