These fields are fallow now br where we once sowed our seeds br and the trees bloomed in spring br with the grass below them green. br br Should we let the summer's kiss br shrive the husks and the seeds br so our lives are as fallow now br as summer without the rain? br br I am back, blossom and fruit br here to watch you grow again br where I was blown on the wind br alone and withering with no soil br br The winter turns cold again, br now white with frozen calluses. br Our river still runs swift and strong br always waiting for the next harvest.