I feel solid
and when it comes
will I be ready
have I lived
left my mark
or will I fade
Where did you go, warm summer days?
Where have you taken your sunshine and flowers?
The air grows colder now, the blossoms fade
The evenings are darker, the light slips away
Life is ending, the pulse of nature thins
Soon the trees will shed leaves and stand bare
And I will look for you there in quiet desperation