Lets began something else for reasons as obvious as the seasons
The wild flowers died our wild colors faded and dried
Sun and rain created new things and new dreams without me
Love sprouts dry reeds time is felt prickly weeds
You and me
Standing naked along upon baron hilltops
All this will burn as the fires of autumn returns
I wish this could last the things we love our
I wish this could last.
After the fire with what is to lose
Start a new among ashes of what used to be
While you are on the paths of your palace gardens
A favor please
Pick a dandelion hold it to your lips
Make a wish for me.
words by John Christensen