The fields have been emptied   The trees are naked weeping for spring   The sun is sleeping longer as last of the green tries on it's winter clothes   The rustle of ever leaf   Whispers summer secrets behind her back   "This is where they walk together this is where she said   she loved him and swore the distance would not break their bond"   Songs of season cling to clay memories   Summer flings fingerprints all over them   Like a grain of sand on a beach of false hope   Swept away into an ocean of everyday life