For Nick Drake

It makes me cry
but I am not sure why...
My face is without expression
There’s no question
What a sad lonely life it was,
Sitting in the high grass
Watching the seasons pass,
The river rages
And so it goes in stages:
The trees shed their skins,
And a new life begins
And I wonder what really became of him
His life so grey and grim.
His deep sense of sorrow
Like the darkest days of tomorrow.