Yellow autumn trees,
for dreams of winter coming
- soon bare of their leaves.
Life's merry go 'round,
tides of coming and going
- time beats of its past.
Dreams of stars in night,
mystical lights of beyond
- from timeless oceans.
O windy flowers,
in an autumn breezy song
- your dance's for winter
Soon snowy angels,
for everyone to create
- yes even for me.
Blossoms of the dark,
growing their chilly moments
- into my daydreams.
Hours are growing dark,
one by one into the deep
- of winter coming.
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