I’ve been stonewalled again!

By lavender wiffs and valiant bees pollenating in the summer breeze

Those blades that were cut to let their aroma free

A song bird sings above the trees

Her harvest filled us in the winter chill,

So light we’ll eat to restore the fields

A miracle it’s been that we made it here

Of harsher winds and dreadful years-

have been washed away with the spring time rain

As summer brightens our most feathered days

Treading our heels to the tune of a flute and chiming us into an autumn retreat

Oh free, Oh free

Let these arms do plee-

To the sky and then fall to the sides of our waist

With the crunch of the leaves that fall beneath our feet

And the time that it takes to season these years

Not a moment I’d waste touching your cheeks.