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long dark fingers lie across
	a trail so deeply worn
as pale cold sun settles low
	and cooling breeze begins to flow

leaves high in the trees rustle so
	bright green fading to pale gold
softly gently a few to fall
	to the ground so far below

through many years this trail I walked
	in many seasons that change
so much of that which I do see
	and the deep feelings that it brings

a tiredness in autumn is
	even though much is still green
the vigor that was born in spring
	no longer here is seen

tall the trees that line the path
	reaching high into the light
and I do remember when
	they were just seedlings then

long ago in memories eyes
	I do remember then
looking on them so fondly
	and wondering what they would be

joyful wanderings when I was young
	through the growing trees
on this path quite new to me
	not knowing what I would find

within the woods warmth would grow
	as the sun it would ascend
and the shadows would shrink away
	and more fully here would shine

the woods here were then full
	with so much that to be seen
the promises of spring fulfilled
	so fully throughout these woods

I remember walking then
	on soft grass growing so green
through the softly wrestling trees
	beneath the warm blue

along the path so much life seen
	squirrels with bushy tails full
and the birds that flew so high
	how their songs did fill my days

flowers bloomed along the way
	and bees among them to fly
the sounds of life so softly heard
	did fill my every day

on the trail I did not walk alone
	others did travel there
and I would meet them along the way
	journeyed sometimes together we

finding there within the woods
	meadows with sunlight filled
tall green grasses waving in the breeze
	where together we could be

days together with laughter filled
	as together we were then
walking through the many trees
	among the flowers so bright

summers days did slowly cool
	as the sun sank lower down
life's fullness was slowly lost
	as it's warmth did slowly fade

my steps do now trod on fallen leafs
	lying golden upon the path
the fullness of green trees is lost
	as the leaves do softly fall

walking down this worn path
	remembering all that once was
how life then was so full
	though now more empty is

deeply worn this trail now lies
	though once so new it was
and I wonder at its change
	from its younger days
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