I fight the drops of falling rain


I fight the drops of falling rain

 

And question rose buds on the ash

 

I query the rising sun

 

And have problems with equations

 

I rise and fall with dancing leaves

 

And a light wind knocks me over

 

I can pick notes from budding trees

 

And hit a golf ball straight

 

I must melt into my tree of youth

 

And push the chestnut buds