now that there are green sproutspushing through dead leaves

and fat yellow jackets float on the breeze

the waves kiss the shore and the air is warm

but birch trees are falling now that you're gone



once we walked the crumbling cliffs

where the birch trees lean

once I kissed your apple lips

high above the sea



a year ago it was since the last clover grew

under creaking birch trees I would wait for you

we kissed in the salt air beneath the leaning trees

white slender branches bent to the sea



once we walked the crumbling cliffs

where the birch trees lean

now who will kiss your apple lipsunder the salty sea