when will it be the right time to say goodbye

heartbroken
by the robin's long sighs
by the river's rushing water
by the oak tree high

lost, but still unfound
a place to linger long
where the wild flowers play
and you are welcomed home

goodbye once more
to clouds of soft blue
to falling raindrops dew
and shining suns too

so ends this long journey
the words that stops here
to see the way through
of another long year