I used to know this old scarecrow
he was my song
my joy and sorrow,
cast alone between the furrows
of a field no longer sown by anyone.
i held a dandelion
that said the time had come
to leave upon the wind
not to return
when summer burned the earth again.
Cultivate the freshest flower
this garden ever grew,
beneath these branches
i once wrote such childish words for you.
but that`s okay,
there`s treasure children always seek to find,
and just like us
you must have had
a once a upon a time.