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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