poised at the end of day

we see no limits to this late march sky
those things we wish for we may soon obtain
the minutes come and go the seconds fly

what's attempted now is neither low nor high
the answer that we get couldn't be more plain
we see no limits to this late march sky

the bees and wasps we watch them buzzing by
the ants have come out waiting for the rain
the minutes come and go the seconds fly

we've asked what and when and even why
our souls and bodies cannot take the strain
we see no limits to this late march sky

we've gone outside the air's no longer dry
we've great anticipation of the rain
the minutes come and go the seconds fly

not pierced yet to the root we want to try
the question that seems most to pertain
we see no limits to this late march sky
the minutes come and go the seconds fly