When

Whenever Paul

thinks of rain

swallows fall

in a wave

and tap

on his windows

with their beaks

And when Paul

thinks of snow

soft winds blow

'round his head

and the phone

rings just once

late at night

like a bird

calling out,

"Wake up, Paul.

Don't be scared,

don't believe you're all alone."

"Wake up, Paul,"

whisper clouds rolling by

and the seeds

falling from the branches

and they're out from the branches

and they're

falling from the branches of the trees

out from the branches

falling from the branches

and they're

falling from the branches

of the trees