Half that tree is faded
I'm the hunter and the fowl
I'd never settle for silence
I recoil even now
If my thread ran easy
It would not take my weight
I've been writing more
I wade amongst my solitudes
I hope to take you
I poise upon the lawn
My ancient eye watchful
I see him glowing smile
Rise hungry from a perfect while
My greed took from me
The pool and the lake
I fear what I may miss
And thus have never stayed
If my thread ran easy
It would not take my weight
I've been writing more
I wade amongst my solitudes
I hope to take you
