She came to us in Autumn
A world of Red and Gold
A land already dying
A life forever Old
She grew up in the Winter
Horizons Light and Cold
Waiting, always Watching
Bought but never Sold
She left us in the Springtime
Shook off our stranglehold
In search of any other
Who listened when she Told
She lost it all in Summer
When everything unrolled
And landed in the River…
…A Thread of Red and Gold