Genesis

See my hand is trembling
touching all that's real
Once it stroked love's body
now it claws the past.
The scent of a flower,
The colours of the morning,
Friends to believe in,
Tears soon forgotten,
See how the rain drives away, another day.
If a leave as fallen,
does the tree lie broken?
If we draw some water,
does the well run dry?
The sigh of a mother,