and just look how beautiful all this is,
but can’t you see the pain?
and just watch, the leaves dance in spirals
but first they all cling to their homelands.
and just taste the wettest rain, sweeter than dew
but still there are tarter things that trickle down our throats.
and just hear how soft her song
but can’t you hear the violins?
and we’ll circle the world a thousand times,
but isn’t there still more to know?
and miles of fields might tell whispered tales of what was
but what could have been will still never be.
and through twenty winters of snow she cried
but still no one caught her tears falling.
and just dig among weeds and you’ll find a perfect rose
but can’t you understand;
I wish it was easier?