The Drizzle of March Momus

A stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump
It's living alone
It's a sliver of glass
It's a life in the sun
And it's night, and it's death
It's a snare, it's a gun

It's an oak in a field
It's a fox in the brush
A knot in wood
And the song of the thrush
It's the wind in the trees
Falling over the bluff
A profound mystery
But simple enough

It's the wind blowing free
At the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void
It's a hunch, it's a hope
It's the end of fatigue
And the drizzle of March
It's the river of life
Flowing into your heart