A brilliant beam of honey sunshine kissing the top of my head My coin collection glistening for what its worth A tall neem awaiting its turn for the warmth, swaying its canopy every which way I ask for the truth, not easy to find when summer is around the corner. What is brighter than a cloud shadowing the sun? What is more lovely than a leaf falling in the rain? What is more alive than a rock visible in deep space? I ask for a way, not easy to find when winter has frozen the tracks. And I fail. Oh, how I fail.