lets walk to the mountains
and dance beneath the starry skies
as the leaves turn to gold
we'll plight our tryst, see our way...
...to a future filled with light
...to enjoy the tears, sorrow and joy
when we make our journey there
we'll see clearly how we should go
anchored in the strength of the earth
our plans will not falter nor go awry
as we prepare for the springtime
not forgetting fall's crisp chill
-1996