Seasons if not the weather blew a petalfalls.
If what should sink drains, what whispers drop?
If waterfalls bring a river, petalfalls cradle deep
a billow north. And frank wisdom is its blessing,
If leaves can ponder. So butterflies should only
Wander; So far as the petalfall’s whisper drops.
Till’ I'm away down south, with my friends balmed to the clouds, cradled to a thousandfold.