The fields have been emptied

The trees are naked weeping for spring

The sun is sleeping longer as last of the green tries on it's winter clothes

The rustle of ever leaf

Whispers summer secrets behind her back

"This is where they walk together this is where she said 

she loved him and swore the distance would not break their bond"

Songs of season cling to clay memories

Summer flings fingerprints all over them

Like a grain of sand on a beach of false hope

Swept away into an ocean of everyday life

[spoken part taken from "The Road Less Traveled" by Robert Frost]