Green leaves tap at my window like lost souls. br I trace their signatures upon the glass. br Dawn is only a few quatrains away. br I memorize the fragrance of spring rain. br br It takes me back beyond Eden, my friends br Where Adam brushed the first tear from Eve's eye. br Stripped of their innocence, how could they know? br The last grief would be soothed by God himself. br br Somewhere deep in the hills, a lyric bird br Sings of the poignancy of humanness. br The ever freshness of that ancient sound br Brings back the sun that shone aeons ago.