I am not in charge any more

I am not in charge, any more.
Have I ever been?

Night comes and goes on its own.

Spring arrives and says

something delicious to a bare tree
because soon the tree begins to smile.

Growing up means not  clinging

To the things  that are time-bound,
that are perishable.

I  continune to sing and
Let the elegant one

take over and guide me

 through the wilderness.