
ready or not, jump
hand in hand, let’s ride the wind
as long as it takes
to decay and be absorbed
to bud again one fine spring
ready or not, jump
hand in hand, let’s ride the wind
as long as it takes
to decay and be absorbed
to bud again one fine spring
passing equinox
sad to see the decline of
the light in the west
one more wave of seeds
to be scattered by fall winds
not all will take root
long awaited spring rain
parched and scarred ground absorbs all
renewal begins