Can you tell the moment

Spring becomes the summer

Maybe it's a moment

Only known to a tree

Even while we're watching

Blades of grass are growing

Leaps and bounds so tiny

That our eyes cannot see

And how does a bud

Decide it's a rose

Perhaps there's a time

When it somehow knows it

Can you tell the 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 an April shower

Something tells a bud to flower

What is it that tells you

You're a child no more