On the floor of the cavern
You sort through the seeds
Separate expectations
From the things you need

In the hour of communion
While other fools sleep
Gather strands of experience
From the wildebeest

Hang on 'til the winter's end
Wheel spinning 'round
'Til you rise like the sun again
From the underground

Little bird at the cascade
Is it too much to ask
Bring me tears of love's elixir
In your tiny flask?

Consumed with your suffering
So daunting the task
How long will your love be gone
And this season last?
Hang on 'til the wintеr's end...