Four Leaves
From RocksfallWiki
Four leaves
My bones that fly and wither
Upon the ground and scatter thus,
Their prophecy, the roots a-dusting.
Four winds
Against my bark they shiver
Upon the winter’s west lament
My scale-song weeps, its tears a-chanting.
Four drops
pitter-patter, hither-thither,
Upon my fruit, upon your brow
We taste again the world a-healing.
Four leaves
The seasons, winds and weather
Upon your cardinal decree
The spring will soon be new a-borning.
