as the crumbled leaves after they loosen from the autumn trees. They melt into the earth. In the spring bud's bloom. And June brides’ waltz down the aisles.
When it's over let it lie as a snowflake on your face. It'll dissolve. And you won't feel the cold cling. The robin sings again my friend, at winter's end.
When it's over let it lie as the April showers making a puddle for the blue jay to splash in. As the golden sun winks at you she'll sip the puddle through a paper straw. And your feet won't get wet as you step lively down the street. You'll cross the rainbow bridge that rose from the brokenness you burned. But don't look back as you turn.
When it's over let it lie as the cockles in July on a sandy beach. Don't reach out to yesterday. Don't get swept up in the wind of an old fling.