whenever paul thinks of rain,
swallows fall in a wave
and tap on his window with their beaks
whenever paul thinks of snow,
soft winds blow round his head
and his phone rings just once
late at night-like a bird calling out,
'wake up, paul. don't be scared.
don't believe you're all alone."
'wake up, paul,
whisper clouds rolling by
and the seeds falling softly
from the branches
... of the trees.