Little Fern

If this is really the first day of spring
 what are you doing
 my little goose?
 You honk and you cry
 but you never really sing
 I think it's time you took to the sky
 You gotta move
 If the heat of summer's here again
 why are you still here
 my flowering friend?
 Your beauty was cool back in May
 but you are wilting on this June day
 If fall is dusty and it's dry
 keep your head buried
 my little fern
 well the sparks
 they shower almost every night
 in nervous skies
 I'm fearing a big burn
 If winter has us buried under ice
 where will you go
 my dragonfly?
 I see you through the surface of the pond
 will you hover there, wait for me
 until the ice is gone?
 well you used to need me in every season
 honey, that's all gone
 you used to need me, now you need a reason
 I haven't got one