Theme: Nature's seasonal decay and the quiet hope of rebirth.
The crimson leaves are falling to the ground,As chilly winter breathes upon the trees.The silent woods return without a soundTo brittle branches shaking in the breeze.The summer's vibrant green has stripped away,The fading sun retreats behind the cloud;The shadows grow across the shrinking day,And wrap the sleeping forest in a shroud.Yet deep beneath the frost and frozen earth, (The Volta/Turn)The secret seeds of spring begin to wake.They softly dream of coming days of birth,And brave the bitter cold for beauty's sake.Though darkness rules the current closing year,The quiet promise of the light is near.
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