land of enchantment

a change might come if nothing more is said
anger and joy combat to bring us gain
throughout this season there's a weight of dread

you felt the breeze touch gently on your head
and so much then was needed to explain
a change might come if nothing more is said

those days when shadows had the heft of lead
are gone and we won't see them here again
throughout this season there's a weight of dread

beyond the walls the messengers are sped
to places that have known no angry stain
a change might come if nothing more is said

we know that no one here speaks for the dead
and in the orchard not a one would feign
throughout this season there's a weight of dread

without much eagerness we eat our bread
no knowledge now is left within the grain
a change might come if nothing more is said
throughout this season there's a weight of dread