Lament of Leaves

We came to life with the spring;
It gave us hope, it gave us rain,
And we danced in it's breeze,
Contented servants in our chains.

We desire drink now, but the skies have become iron,
Leaving us without music, without tears to cry,
Like prisoners to the branches,
Yearning, burning for an end of summertime.

Come, Autumn, come to cut and set us free,
To entrap us in your wind and guide us with your breeze.
Come, Autumn, come, that we may kiss the ground,
To be there forever lost and there forever found.