I’ve sat with the song,

yet I can’t seem to listen.

There’s a crack in the leaves,

and the cars and their cries.

The sparrow calls out,

and her wings send a spell.

I know that they speak but I never

know if they’re speaking to me.

Until one day when

the wind turns around.

I’m in a new place,

I feel pleased in this park.

I look back and listen,

the same song but no lies.

No green leaves cracks,

and no more do cars cry.

I’ve tried to ask why,

but time tells no tales.

I look back again to still the same things,

and only then do I think, that it’s me who has changed.