not too early
and not too late
sometimes we even
forget the date
but so glad am i
of that whimsical day
when my made-up mind
began to sway
toward a face
that has come to be
the real dream
i never had to seek

the shelter and shade
of this deep green tree
is it really meant for me
walking this endless way
the trees have now begun to sway
i know they will come down, for
time has come with a saw in hand
and i see indifference, even in the land