Diane Hine - Demise lyrics

Old stone pine under stress sags on fused backbone, Pale needled, threadbare dress tattered bark unsewn, bald skeletal egress. All savings withdrawn, spent and lavishly thrown with prolific intent, Profuse burnished cones, a profligate descent. Three years in the making, these cones are slow grown, Brittle limbs forsaking bud to overblown, fecund undertaking. Flaunt open oil-rich prize, willingly condone the azure-winged magpies collectively flown, procreation's allies. Generous, reckless, brash extravagance prone, Defiant seeding flash botanically known as pa**ing with panache.