The First Day

On the day it all began
I was a secret entwined with wild carnations
With scattered cardamom in the roots
And the birds nest in your branches

But my phone number is always known to you
And everyone is free to dial these numbers
And I spill wine in the water
And this is my gift to you

And then there was the day, the day it all began
And the keys could not fall out of your hands
And everyone tried in vain to come up with
Give me a name

And it all happened on the day on which it all began
And it all happened on the day on which it all began