The morning breeze comes back
and from the southern desert
the lapwing returns
The dove's soft song about roses
I hear that again.
who understands what the lily says,
went away, but now she's back.
sound of a bell,
strength and gentleness.
his vow and damaged his heart,
but now, for no reason, his Friend forgives that,
and turns, and walks back up to his door.