From the Dragonlance novels.
Melody is lost
Always before, the spring returned.
The bright world in its cycle spun.
In air and flower, grass and fern.
Assured and cradled, by the sun.
Always before, I could explain
The turning darkness of the earth,
And how that dark embraced the rain,
And gave the ferns and flowers birth.
(key changes)
Already I forget these things,
And how a vein of gold survives:
The mining of a thousand springs,
The seasons of a thousand lives.
Now winter is my memory.
Now autumn, Now: The summer light.
And every spring from now will be
Another... season...
into...
night....
