The young grow younger every day
While I have little left to say
A lonely bird now says it all
Or winter gnawing at the feet of fall

I did not die
When suddenly you went away
And I survived the night
To see the day

No answers left
No word to end the pain
Instead unvaried wisdom
Of the rain

Where time is time
And life is breath
Another spring will rise
To silence death

So I have little left to say
While the young grow younger every day

The naked trees bend stubbornly
Against the sod
To tell enough of life
Perhaps of god
No gurus left
No prophets yet remain
Instead unvaried wisdom of the rain

Where time is time
And life is breath
Another spring will rise
To silence death

So I have little left to say
While the young grow younger every day