I long to be aside the trees
By the river that I once knew
Before the storms had stripped the breeze
And the fog had stolen the dew
Once, I returned to that old bed
That captured my time as a boy
I thought the trip would clear my head
That the sun I could still enjoy
Laying upon the cracked, dried clay
Where I’d sit all those years ago
Wasn’t the same as in my day
When my heart knew nothing of snow.
May 29, 2022
May 29, 2022 at 3:18 AM UTC
I long to be aside the trees
By the river that I once knew
Before the storms had stripped the breeze
And the fog had stolen the dew
Once, I returned to that old bed
That captured my time as a boy
I thought the trip would clear my head
That the sun I could still enjoy
Laying upon the cracked, dried clay
Where I’d sit all those years ago
Wasn’t the same as in my day
When my heart knew nothing of snow.
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