Soft grasses may grow
With bright flowers in between
But first it must rain

Your hair like water
Your eyes like the midnight sky
Your heart like to mine

It sings high-pitched songs
Paints the sky with bright colors
All without a care

Bury me in books
There between words I will lie
E’er adventuring

It is in waters
That I find worldly wisdom
And in brief-lived blooms

The dawn sun glistens
In the delicate dewdrops
That fear its coming

The west wind whistled

Bringing songs from a far sea

And my mind set sail

Often in the heat
I forget for a moment
Biting winter’s chill

Sorry that it’s late!

Here I lay my head
Holding you tight against me
At last I can rest