They’ll flutter down along these empty trails,
With those sudden fog drifts which prevail,
This moment we’ll touched the branches that become bare,
For here we've waited long below the trees,
Looked and saw the time that no one else would care,
Thousands upon thousands of autumnal colored forms,
Fill each space below us here at Jordan River,
That are weathered and worn,
Soon…but not too late,
All will crumble and decay too supplement,
When the darkness has filled this forests increment,
But this cool misty light will guide us on,
Once more in a sense,
This autumn trail found...but felt our absence.
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