Maybe
I watch the grass ripple in warm winds of May,
The green rolling silver like waves on the sea,
Flowing nearer and farther, and all different ways,
Taking birth of the winds, then ceasing to be.
I watch them so often; don't know why I do,
Those long swaying grasses that sigh like the sea,
For nothing means much without having you,
Not even the sound of them singing to me.
They can never replace just a minute with you,
Though I listened and hearkened to all I can see,
Till the sights and the sounds I finally lose,
And the long years have stolen my yearning from me.
The green rolling silver like waves on the sea,
Flowing nearer and farther, and all different ways,
Taking birth of the winds, then ceasing to be.
I watch them so often; don't know why I do,
Those long swaying grasses that sigh like the sea,
For nothing means much without having you,
Not even the sound of them singing to me.
They can never replace just a minute with you,
Though I listened and hearkened to all I can see,
Till the sights and the sounds I finally lose,
And the long years have stolen my yearning from me.