Come What May

She sows in soil
 She shines, she knows
 She grows roots deep
 She climbs, she blooms
 Thought I knew her when
 She was a song in my head
 Thought I knew her when
 She was the burn
 Of bud blossom dew
 Oh, come what may
 I loved her on a April day
 She stands so still
 Wind blows her through
 Rain pours her drink
 She swoons, she shrinks
 Thought I knew her when
 She was strong in her skin
 Thought I knew her when
 She was a spark
 That burned through the dark
 Oh, come what may
 I loved her on an August day
 There is love in the little things
 Songbird sings from the birch
 Humming with the breeze
 Every leaf a tambourine
 Cicadas sing a vignette
 I will never forget
 Her violet crown at sundown
 Oh come what may
 I loved her for another day