Like spring

You are told to be aware
of your thoughts during meditation
Let them slide
like leaves falling down
over other leaves
the wind will scatter them

Where will you go
your trunk is

naked, branches bare
birds don't sing anymore
when they see you

But there is a river
the tide comes and leaves
touching your thoughts
about love that left you
bare like the tree

you were aware of the songs
you did not forget
you will sing them again
like the tide that whispers to the marsh
like spring.