see the willow
on the meadow
weep its worry away

feel the willow
bend and billow
bend and beckon and sway
to the break of the day

in the late september sunrise
in the early autumn haze
under burning sky of fire light 
under embers burning flame

see the sparrow
on the barrow
nesting on a sacred grave

golden sparrow
gold as pharaohs
sings it’s song to souls that pray
to the break of the day

in the late september sunrise
in the early autumn haze
under burning sky of fire light 
under embers burning flame