Golden leaves falling,

branches heavy leaning from the trees.

Howling winds calling,

whispering upon the breeze..
.
      " For you i am calling" .

groans of foliage upon the earths floor.

Her soul weeps ever more.

Still i can hear the winds howling

    " For you i am calling"

Chill of fall never felt so cold,

upon my skin as this moment.


  Fear rising upon my soul.

For i hear the wind as she calls.
  
I hear the sound of her soul weeping,

her blood thin, life slowly seeping.
  
  Still I hear her winds......

  “ For you I am calling”