Once

...once they were green fingers of grass
tapping, tapping
to the rain slapping spring
into the fields
of,

...once they were warm cushions of wind
whispering, whispering
to the love birds sowing summer
into the air
of,

...once they were turning leaves of alder
starving, starving
to the hunger compelling them to fall
into the earth
of,

...once they were buried feelings of loneliness
shivering, shivering
to the icy palms of Nature throwing winter
into the insignificance
of,

...once