Blue sky, when will you learn to rain

And turn yourself a shade of gray?

Let loose some of your weight,

And make us blue for a change.

Wild wind, when will you settle down?

I can hold you for a while, but not forever.

With no one to keep you, where will you stop,

Or do you fear an end as much as I?

Blossom for me, Rose.

Blossom and I will hold you up to the light;

To the rain and the spring-shower air,

But only if you do this for me.

Blossom, Rose, with the wind and the rain.

I love thee all equally.

I won't know if you're strong, unless you live a bitter day

Before we share a summer's length.