From fields of green to skies of gray
Life whispers on in soft decay
In branches bare in shadows deep
The earth's own song begins to seep
In misted dawn the rivers wind
Through quiet hills in light confined
The grass grows wild where footsteps cease
A breath held close in boundless peace
The leaves turn gold then softly fall
A quiet drift beyond recall
No words no names yet still they go
In silent paths the seasons show
In every breeze a voice resides
Where life retreats yet never hides
In every breeze a voice resides
Where life