The water's turning brown as it washes away the ground
The trees having lost their leaves
Turn barren like the wind and the sea
Resting on the shore needed time (?) so much more
Than the parts and pieces of broken things
That people think are real
The weather's fine
Pure and empty sky has given me the time
To find some objects
That oftentime reality obscures
With these many things feelings they will bring
Silence solace peaceful
Among the field of green
The weather's fine
I should tell you something without words
The weather's fine