Have you noticed how
The early flowers grow in the shelter
Open mouthed with daffodils
They slowly drown
With nothing but the trees as their witnesses
I see it as a heap of broken images
As the leaves are growing back
And the nights are getting shorter
Someone told me before that change is natural and
Here I'm only now seeing that
There is no time like spring that passes by
Now newly born and now hastening to die
Can I begin afresh when it means I'll feel pain again
Etched in oak sunlight
Their greenness is grief of a kind
As the leaves are growing back
And the nights are getting shorter
Someone told me before that change is natural and
Here I'm only now seeing that
As the leaves are growing back
And the nights are getting shorter
Someone told me before that change is natural and
Here I'm only
Yes I'm here and I'm lonely
Here I'm only now seeing that