And fire has its joy,
And iron has its tortures,
The forest has its voices –
It’s all about me.

This empty house of mine
Is filled with expectation,
As spring rejuvenation,
And only God knows why.

And one can race a horse
And falter at the drop-off
But one can be as happy
When bowing to one’s lot.

And every single day
Without hesitation
I bless that separation,
That binds forever us.