A simple bright flower
Just now budding
On a breezy green hill
Overlooking a valley

The wind carried a soft voice
And a pleasant aroma
That mingled with each other
Dancing over a meadow

Then my attention turned
To a lone oak tree
Standing strong and tall
Yet ever gently shifting

I was at peace
So you can understand my dismay
When I opened my eyes
To an empty piano
And a bow on a stage