In the library parking lot,
singing to heaven tenderly,
unraveling strand by strand,
pieces, layers, years of you.
Years of you melt in melody
like March snow and ice,
joys daffodils close behind.
  I sing to your frozenness, 
your melting and thawing, 
your smiling in Spring,
a loving tune that steadily mends.
  I sing baring flowers
of every hue on earth,
a fountain of gratitude,
of kindness for you.  
  In the library parking lot,
singing to heaven tenderly,
a song forever for you.