(It’s a song, not a poem)

Down beneath the apple tree
an old squirrel looked down on me
“How are you,” it said to me
and I knew what would come to me

[Chorus:]
Seasons come and seasons go
raging seas blow to and fro
And no one really seems to know
what is from within
(Repeat)

Well I went walking down the street
looking for what came to me
and I did just stop to see
what exactly came for me.

[Chorus]
(repeat)