Can you tell the moment? Spring becomes the summer Maybe it's a moment Only known to a tree Even as 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