Fruitless Day

[Verse 1] [Layered electronic beats with a relaxed rhythm.] In a meadow, open sky, Clouds drift by, birds take flight. Planes pass as they trace their lines, Orchard full of fruit that's ripe. [Pre-Chorus] [Sweeping synths building anticipation.] I’ll try to reach and grasp the day, The fruit remains, it’s been unclaimed. [Chorus] Weather’s perfect, clouds drift slow, Fruit hangs heavy on the bough. It’s ripe and ready to be plucked, Yet I’ll lie here like I’m stuck. [Verse 2] [Continued electronic beats with a similar relaxed rhythm.] Sunlit field, the shadows play, Time drifts by, I rest today. Another chance has come and gone, I’ll try again when dawn is drawn. [Pre-Chorus] [Sweeping synths building up again.] I’ll try to reach and grasp the day, The fruit remains, it’s been unclaimed. [Chorus] Weather’s perfect, clouds drift slow, Fruit hangs heavy on the bough. It’s ripe and ready to be plucked, Yet I’ll lie here like I’m stuck. [Bridge] [Minimal instrumentation to emphasize the reflective mood.] Time moves slow, the fruit stays near, Sun descends, the day’s unclear. Lost in thoughts, as dusk arrives, The chance remains, the fruit survives. [Chorus] Weather’s perfect, clouds drift slow, Fruit hangs heavy on the bough. It’s ripe and ready to be plucked, Yet I’ll lie here like I’m stuck.