A little lost one Autumn morn,
Was not sight, but sound that found me.
Not the golden rays of the yielding sun,
But rain it was that freed me.
The strength of an army would come crashing down,
With its might, we avert from the fighting.
But as the drums do sound the battle cry,
We feel pride in their forceful chanting.
A little frail one Autumn noon,
Was not lust, but love that found me.
Not the yearning for the touch of skin,
But the heart it was that freed me.
The fertile soil, though picked over again,
Grateful are we for the bounty.
Now blessed by Nature's luminosity
Through death we'll find its beauty.
A little tired one Autumn night,
Was not sleep, but chill that found me.
Not the twilight sky or the crescent moon
But was cold and calm that freed me.
Beneath the stars, the skies above,
By fire we are dancing.
To the forces that feed us, to those we love,
Hand-in-hand we are singing.
A little lost one Autumn morn,
Was not sight, but sound that found me.
Not the golden rays of the yielding sun,
But today it was that freed me.
