Sparkling, and shining bright
A million stars in the night
A silver moon that lids up a tree

Wherefrom all leaves were set free

Autumn has gone, the gold forlorn

Turned to brown, winter has been born
Soon the white snow will adorn
The branches that now mourn


The weeping wind that cries
Whispers, while nature dies

It tells a cold tale of demise
Before spring will arise


The sun shines it's golden light
On a new day so bright
Although the struggle of nature's fight

In many moons to come everything will be allright

For new moons will come

Many days shall pass and some
Will be filled with winds that hum and drum
Foretelling and foreboding the end of glum


For new moons will come
Many days shall pass and some

Will be filled with winds that hum and drum
Foretelling and foreboding the end of glum