Ever green the blue grass grows
Sitting now on jester hill
Nonsense spins to nonsense new
And only if she ever knew

Colors pop and fade again
And soon the willow wind blows blue
Sit 'neath the leaning tree that weeps
Follow then the hummingbird

Onward, step with grace and care
Ignore the cat that cannot blink
He cries to a moon that died
Its last breaths drawn in later months

Rest now but do not lay to long
Get up again when the crow has come
If still you lie when the sun is up
Only your bones will remain