I miss you when roots waken to spring rain and more when summer penetrates the land though friends still tell me time will ease my pain. When grave earth flares to lively green again and star-eyed lovers walk, quick hand in hand, I miss you when roots waken to spring rain. As winds force leafless poplars to complain, your death brought grief: I cannot understand when friends insist that time will ease my pain. Why must I hunger for your touch again? Ask why June buds to flowers must expand, I miss you when roots waken to spring rain. In paler sun now rest the fields of grain. While I lament like waves on ocean sand, friends still tell me that time will ease my pain. As days inch into years, I still maintain love's shared flame by breath of memories fanned. I miss you when roots waken to spring rain though friends still tell me time will ease my pain.