A Turtle lyrics

He walks the world slow and sure

His home he carries cradle to grave

Each uneventful day a lengthy trip

Sojourning for prime vegetation

Hoping to find some soft spot

Plentiful and perfect to rest easy

His perception always the same

A view that changes ever so slowly

Burrowing below to escape the day

Yet the most mundane of routines

It is a snare for an unwary poke

In a world unbalanced and unfair

Lack-lustre ways are but a joke

For an instant is in upheaval

When claws away the air frantic

And a shell rocks without security

The inversion is a visual anomaly

That is but a foreshadowing drastic

Of the doom of its denizen

If it cannot escape its predicament

Then fate will dictate a demise

That no foothold could bring respite

And salvation to a tortoise alone

But all was good once, how so

For some swim in the ocean's tide

Others a burrow in the earth to hide

But all must dig the softened ground

To deposit it eggs in mother's mound

For she too walks a world slow and sure

Her home she carries cradle to grave

• Artist:Ww Ww