Written by Faye Firth
As I feel my life drain away
My essence begin to crisp
No longer soft to touch
Falling down amongst my kin
Carried by unseen winds
Piled high mountains of gold
Children dive in crisp autumn brown
Thrown high into the air
Breathing back life into the old
Giving joy once more before we disappear.
Text © Faye Firth
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