When fell the first autumn leaf,
and could see the sun rising slower,
when shade did cover the land,
and animals crawled out of their lair.
When leaves turned to orange,
and came tumbling down the stream.
I wait for you through night and day
sitting in the ever-green.
O winter come you must!
Under the appearance of decay.
But in my ever-green forest,
we know you will not stay.
For what remains is ever-green,
and does not whither with the seasons.
They do come and go,
and have their place and beauty.
Though the mind needn't succumb
to the seasons of change.
So the heart may find it's place
and rest in the ever-green.