Warm wind blowing crab apple trees
Eye at the keyhole on bended bare knees
Small eyes glancing room all around
The warm wind blowing breath through hair
Suffering and not saying so
That lesser souls will never see me
Turning back again and again
Looking around at scars on the ground
Naming the stars, the shells, the trees
Riding our bikes and swinging from trees
Red rocks glowing in the glistening stream
And catching raindrops few
The colors twisting in and out
The crunch the creak the crackle the crow
And you on your way to school
Playing with the dusty things
Waiting for the hall clock's chime to ring
And you on your way to school
Playing with the dusty things
Waiting for the hall clock's chime and ring
And everything we did so far
Lightning bugs in canning jars
And rocks and rings and funny things
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
There on the table, package from you
Stripes and knots of burgundy blues
Playing around in different times
The sounds from the window, they bring me on back
I was splashing you here everywhere, you
And you on your way to school
Rocks and rings and funny things
I collected more than you
When fishing, this and that with you
Rocks and rings and funny things all around you