Shorter days surrender to a sky of crystal blue.
Woodland creatures make a last ditch effort to gather all they can,
Before an endless night creates a lifeless winter hue.
Shades of amber, rust and crimson fall untouched by any human hand.
I’ll hold your hand and walk with you.
Caressing each last moment in the sun.
Those golden days remain in view.
Though winter wants us now to know – it’s won.
Each season has its purpose. We walk through life that way.
For each one holds a promise of memories just begun.
So let us walk together, through these uncharted days
And pledge to love eternally and live our lives as one.