I Will Be the Truest Thing

“I Will Be the Truest Thing”

 

I will be the truest thing in the summer sun.

I will bloom and green, and leap and run.

I will be the truest thing in the wintry snow.

You’ll feel me falling softly, and never hear me go.

In spring I’ll be the truest flower smiling at the rain.

And in fall I’ll rise up with the frost, and float down again.