When the leaves turn gold
I stand in joyous awe
When branches become bald
dread creeps in to the raven's caw
I feel the Red Oak's scarlet kiss
turn like death upon my lips
When every year my confidence slips
that I will see bright life in this
Remind me that green comes back
That verdant veins will run wild again
the dry earth will not crumble away
before spring rains sweep in to quench the brown decay
It comes back
Life always comes back
all that becomes old
will be restored
will be renewed