Sometimes birds don't sing in the morning.

I've been warned in a dream twice,

But I never listen.

Oh, and I take things wrong.

But does anyone ever listen?

Unless one's ears are ripe,

Green corn is only a ceremony

To the young.

But to the old it is a sadness and a joy,

For they have been warned many times

About love and listening.

And they say, "Is there really

A wrong way to take anything?"

-jenn