When the dew,
falls from the Rose,
the day will be warmer,
The Sun has rose.
When the grass,
is still wet,
the Sun isn't at
apex, hasn't set.
The wind will blow,
through, the trees,
as my Soul is
no longer at ease.
Why, in the World,
when everything is gone,
I'm on my way,
in the words of a song?