Spring again
  But from where no telling
    Sweet as the spring
      That went before
 
      Same old story
    But still compelling
  Blossom reminding
What blossom is for
 
Question the trees
  But they’re not telling
    How they obey
      An impossible law
 
      Question the mind
    But it’s not telling
  How it gives back
What was gone for sure
 
Something stirs
  In a blacked-out dwelling
    Forces the lock
      Of a double-locked door
 
      That face again!
    But from where no telling
  Sweet as the face
That was lost before