Hiding To Nothing

In the shaded parts
behind the night
the wind was howling

the fence hid a vine for months
a sudden blossom now

Let us save an ancient forest

Sunday is still windy
what's it saying
about the people in the town
what did they miss
 
streets strewn with masks
the bells are probably broken

Let us save an ancient forest

in a room full of detectives
I pull my hat down low
and mumble I wasn't there