I want it to not be so
For no cold wind to ever blow
To keep the world I think I know
And set the rest not to show
I want the things in spring to grow
And never wilt with the coming snow
And life lined up in long neat rows
Filled up with highs but never lows
But wishing I know won’t make it so
Or get dead things once more to grow
Or stop life’s woes that come and go
The best I can do when the wind blows
Is set my feet and let it flow
And let go of all I think I know.
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