Green September



Burned to October brown



Bare November



Led to December's frozen ground



The seasons stumbled round



Our drifting lives are bound



To a falling crescent noon







Feather clouds cry



A vale of tears to earth



Morning breaks and



No one sees the quiet mountain birth



Dressed in a brand new day



The sun is on its way



To a falling crescent noon







Somewhere in



A fairytale forest lies one



Answer that is waiting to be heard











You and I were



Born like the breaking day



All our seasons



All our green Septembers



Burn away



Slowly we'll fade into



A sea of midnight blue



And a falling crescent noon