When spring returnsby Huenemann
When spring returns
Today I wish I could think of Spring as a person
So that I could imagine her crying for me
When she sees that she’s lost her only friend.
But Spring isn’t even a thing:
It’s a manner of speaking.
Not even the flowers or green leaves return.
There are new flowers, new green leaves.
There are new balmy days.
Nothing returns, nothing repeats, because everything is real.
When spring arrivesby John Irons
And I by then should happen to be dead,
The flowers will blossom as before
And the trees be no less green than in spring of last year.
When Spring Comesby Bongfury
If I’m dead,
The flowers flourish in the same manner
And the trees will not be less green than last spring.
Reality does not need me.
To think that my death is of no importance
And the spring was the day after tomorrow
I would die happy because spring was the day after tomorrow.
If this is her time, when she had only come in time?
I like that everything is real and everything is right;
And because it would be like, even though I did not like.
So if i die now, I die happy,
Because everything is real and everything is right.
If you want , dance and sing around it.
I have no preferences for when we can not have preferences.
Whatever, whenever, that is what it is.