can’t stop the sun from rising
won’t let the clock stop the pretty horizon
the earth won’t stop spinning
our moon will still be floating
dead leaves and falling trees
there’s an end to it
broken branches and hungry bees
spring and summer will come to brighten our winter and autumn days regardless
the sun will rise and the dead will be revived to a better place
and all we had to do was sit and wait
change will blow in
all we had to was wait and trust