will it will it will it will it

Will the sky become one with the earth

Will all the worms in the soil beneath

Will the stars appear again in the dark

Will all the tears leave in the stone a mark

Will the birds sing me a song that I will like

Will all the paths open while I am on a hike

Just going through the rougher patches

Nobody ever lights up my matches

Will it will it ever not wilt

or will it only be nothing more than a picture with a slight tilt