summer lasted a generation a generation and then the winter wind the bounty harvest that seemed so endless it seemed so endless until it gave what it could give prosperity will have its seasons even when it s here it s going by and when it s gone we pretend we know the reasons and all the roots grow deeper when it s dry it looked so easy we change the weather we would turn this world ourselves our world so small but slower rhythms still unheard of said that every blessed summer someday has to fall prosperity will have its seasons even when it s here it s going by when it s gone we pretend we know the reasons and all the roots grow deeper when it s dry when it s dry prosperity will have its seasons even when it s here it s going by and when it s gone we pretend we know the reasons and all the roots grow deeper when it s dry david wilcox all rights reserved