• the birds chirping around me
    the flowers in full bloom
    i take none of that into accounting
    my heart is broken this spring
    i want to know why you left me
    why did you have to die
    i think these solemn and angry thoughts
    as i walk down the flowered path
    everything still lives on but you
    the budding flowers: the bright green trees
    why do i have to go on i ask myself
    i think about death
    but your voice on the wind
    saves me from myself