Another track bites the dust. As usual this one features a soft piano sample. I love sampling pianos. You can tell so many stories with the instrument. Some strings, a little brass and a few subtle vocal samples tie the rest of the piece together.

Lyrics:
The methods have become unbelievably devious.
And these are the seeds which may sow the destruction of the human race.

Poem:
Move him into the sun
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half sown.
Always it woke him, (even in France)
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now,
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?

Existense is blessed, let your life be a lesson... (Sunra quote)