We weave wily weeds
While westerly winds winnow
With willow withys
We weave wily weeds
While westerly winds winnow
With willow withys
Everything changes
Fails or grows or fades or flows
So never make plans
Hanging out in lines
Gently rocking in the breeze
Dry those tired eyes
Slow down there sunshine
Just let yourself take a breath
You’ll see so much more
Barely hearing ears
Beat out a better rhythm
Beneath burnished bronze
Oh thin little house
Behind a bright crimson door
Tell me your story
Clean sweeps cut long grass
A razor sharp blade bristles
The scythe is the way
I wish I could shine
If only for just one day
And then fade away
Skip though the meadow
Carefree frolicking scamper
Chasing butterflies
This chapter ends too
We move on to pastures new
I will miss this view