Natural law

There’s a natural law that seems to go

That every thing we think we know

The cards will turn and the seed will sew

And the day will end and the rain will snow

The corn that we had thought would grow

Withers into feed for crows

And the land we’d plowed into long neat rows

Turns to dust for the wind to blow

I wish that I was a day in spring

With new green fingers mixed in everything

And a heart that beats out with its merry strings

Or ripples water or flaps on wings

I wish that I could say to you

All the things I thought I knew