The Ouro Pretoborus Verse 1 High above old Ouro Preto, Where the church bells bend the air, The Ouro Pretoborus circled Round a question hanging there. By the chapel, on the hillside, Jocelyn Chapman faced the breeze. Shaking medicine in her footsteps, Teaching forests through the trees. Pre-Chorus Stone remembers, water answers, Iron dreams beneath the clay. Every path becomes another When two worlds begin to sway. Chorus Structural coupling, hand in hand, Neither leading, neither planned. Dancing where the echoes mesh, Wearing an entailment mesh. Thread by thread and rhyme by rhyme, Walking out of linear time. No controller, no command— Only learning from the land. Verse 2 The Ouro Pretoborus listened, Tail becoming mountain trail. Every circle opened outward, Every certainty grew frail. Church bells rang through Minas morning, Clouds reflected seams of gold. Questions nested into questions, Newer stories from the old. Bridge Shake the medicine, not the answer. Shake the silence till it sings. Patterns meeting other patterns, Roots remembering wings. Entailments woven into pathways, Every knot a living choice. The garden thinks through every walker, Every walker lends a voice. Final Chorus Structural coupling, sky and stone, None of us can learn alone. The Ouro Pretoborus smiled, Ancient, curious, running wild. On the hill above the town, Where reflections tumble down, Yes to wonder. Yes to play. Yes to learning on the way. The bells keep ringing through the morning, Though no single bell commands. And the Ouro Pretoborus Still is drawing living strands.
