watch the flies

morning comes, the day eludes you, i know you don't have room or time to be you, the sound of foghorn or the bugle, i know that you can hum the tune, july comes, the sun eludes you, i know you can't afford a room with a view, but chime a bell, it's time to be you, i know that you can play a tune, resting where the seeds of summer, they're in sun, when i promise i'll be here, watch the flies that catch the sunlight anytime, you two, always there, falling when the leaves have rotten, they resume their duty to the earth, and the wings that move, they're softer every time, you two, always there