Satisfaction comes on green leaves,
When winter's long gone and spring's met its end,
And summer waltzes in on a breeze.
Lethargy, be gone,
And take the nightmares with you,
Since they are no longer needed
In a room of warmth and light.
Clouds pass like toubles,
Frying eggs on pavement;
Reclining to the mnemonic
Of an old year's tune.
