Until, The Cider Mill Goes Dry

You can speak of nature, bamboo, and old crow,  
listening as the willow weeps. You can sleep  
until death and then die. You can be passionate  
about life and cry. Sing a song and smile, until,  
the cider mill goes dry. You can reap the winds,  
catch the leaves, and whisper to the trees. Sip  
Winesap in October before the Winter, until,  
the cider mill goes dry. God bless the pralines  
and pumpkin pies.