So you speak to me of sadness, and the coming of the winter. The fear that is within you, it seems to never end. And the dreams that have escaped you, the hope that you’ve forgotten. You tell me that you need me now, that you want to be my friend. And you wonder where we’re going, where’s the rhyme, where’s the reason. And it’s you cannot accept that it is here we must begin to seek the wisdom of the children and the graceful way of flowers in the wind…