Ephemeral

Like the springtime flowers growing in the forest

Under the Iowa sun

For a few weeks the flowers bloom so freely

Till the canopy covers the light and they're done

Like a summer thunder 'cross the prairie

Under the Iowa rain

There's something 'bout the way the storm's rolling away

Leaves an echo in my bones, a longing in my veins

Ephemeral, through growth and decay there's always a way

Ephemeral, will we want this moment back one day