Autumn leaves tumble
Silver moon is gold tonight—
Jack-o-lanterns rot

The quietude is alive
With the robin’s song
What is vacantness?

Tonight, I watch you
As you whisper through the breeze
Lined against the sky

Cherry blossoms float
Down the rushing Spring creek bed—
He lies there waiting

Green earth fills the air
Ephemeral beauty there
Just breathe, just breathe please

It’s springtide, night tide
Smell the rain as it cascades
Cleansing the dust now

No one is crying
Anymore—he still is though
The pendulum swings