Garbicz song

The colors have yet to take their hold
Backbone of trees circle the lake unnamed
Their aura will be filled with the autumn’s glow
 
Grazing the grass with his head held low
A dog wanders at the sound of his name
The colors have yet to take their hold
 
His baying outburst fades with the crow
Two bench sitters drink in the sun’s reign
Their aura will be filled with the autumn’s glow
 
While a chainsaw cuts at the forest’s core
Fluttering song stills our fragile domain
The colors have yet to take their hold
 
Drooped and ragged, the apple tree boughs
Speak olden words in April’s pink mane
Their aura will be filled with the autumn’s glow
 
And the rippling lake guides rafts to and fro
Gives the dog its bath, the talkers their space
The colors have yet to take their hold
Their aura will be filled with the autumn’s glow

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