The nights are shorter, 

the sun shines longer

and I can feel it warming my skin.

The wind is fresh and the dry grass dances.

Here we are again standing in our stances.

You look at me like you expect something.

but all I can do is listen to the river talking.

The nights are shorter, 

the sun shines longer

and I can feel it burning my skin.

The tide comes and goes.

I have forgotten my woes.

The clouds forebode thunder.

to wait would be a blunder.

The nights are shorter,

the sun shines longer

and I can feel it consuming my skin.

Each equinox brings another ring

and I know my leaves will soon be turning.

My branches are hanging low,

but still I grow.