Seasonal

The trees with no leaves do not blow in the wind
They creak and they break and they fall on the roads
Rivers cloud over and stop in their tracks
We all have to bear our own heavy loads

When they winter came in you were sleeping so sound
And the peace in your soul was all that you knew
Unaware of the flames that were stroking your feet
I shut off alarms and I lay down with you

We were alone when the nights closed us in
Where the sun and the sky have conspired to tell
What the spring will be born from and summer shall grow
To be dead by the autumn under the hills

We awoke and the green we held in our hearts
Burnt into the ashen landscape by the eyes in our heads
Fed us on dust what we knew had to come
That some day soon we’d leave our bed

And then we were set in the edge of our world
And we pushed pas the others who came down like a flood
And they beat us and washed off our colour at last
Until we were grey and trod underfoot

But into the ashes and from ashes we rose
And no-one who pushed us could tell us of that
We became of one flesh and were made into light
And we shone like the sun though the barren trees crack.