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.