3- Along came fall
mating calls
cries of geese
seasons to tease
flying due south
taste of her mouth
the colours of autumn
Amber forests bottom
Rustling wind thru trees
Crunching of leaves
Her spirit broke
She hardly spoke
In throes of pain
She cried again.... (4)
4- Her spirit broke
She hardly spoke
In throes of pain
She cried again
The grown pestilence
Consumed her since
She stuttered to speak
Her spirit had grown weak
Let me go
she begged me so
Take me now
she told her Lord ....(5)