My Name Is

She changes her name often to run and hide

But is still found and is beautiful to me

Someone tell her she is missed

The seasons change and so does she

This is that time when the flowers blossom

And spread the scent and feeds the bee

Unfortunate my hope is alone

Can't get to write a happy tune

The rainbow and the wooly cloud brings some relief

But who would clean up this gloom

A bird perches on the cloth line; she is singing a fine tune

Does she have a message?

Or is she too happy to care for me

How does one punish oneself and atone?

Years of sins to clean

Should I change my name

But would she look for me