Deep Into the Well

Now sits the Mocking Bird in the tree In the sky float clouds so light pastel, tan; Winter's end now gone__none too soon for me Draws the inside time to end__ play in sand The child in me wants to escape outside Refuse responsibility___be free But then comes the numbing__flowing of the tide Then I feel the call back__what has to be As sure as the granite rock doesn't change Hasn't anything changed because God made me To be like the Rose that buds each year same As the Swallows go away and the bees Seem to hibernate__the Phlox's root remain My roots go down deep into the well___see