I.

In summer heat

The year’s growth turns dark

And when the tree has fallen

We count it’s life in rings.

II.

If I stay, I’m in the moment

But I don’t plan to leave

And so it is not yet remembered.

III.

I’ll try

All over again

To try

All over again.

But November is nearly past

And I’m ankle deep in the mud.

It’s easier now than one year ago

But there is risk in belonging

And in letting this pass by.

So, I’ll try

All over again

To try

All over again.