sit by the cool spring  
with splash and babble 
for I no longer have you 
to speak to me or sing 

         listen to busy chatter  
         of woodland creatures 
         for they have agendas 
         but what does it matter                   

                you and I once had plans 
                of living and loving 
                detracting us from this 
                life we think only man's

                     me alone in memories abound
                     as I sit here wondering
                     what these creatures think
                     when I cry or make a sound