Can you tell the moment, Spring becomes the Summer Maybe it's a moment only known to a tree? Even as we're watching, blades of grass are growing Leaps and bounds so tiny that our eyes cannot see And how does a bird decide its high rungs? Perhaps there's a time when it somehow knows it? Can you tell teh moment, if there's such a moment When you just become what you were not before? Is there any sign or warning, or do you awake one morning Knowing that you must have turned a special corner Maybe in the April showers something tells the bed to flower What is it that tells you, you're a child no more