One day
we will look back down our way
and see the beauty we have made there
On an autumn day
when nature spreads its rust-red cloak
and dapples it with softer light
we will hear the lilt of children's laughter
shifting through the trees
and call to mind
the brightness and the folly
of the passion that thrust us down our way
on an autumn day
One day
we will look back and see the branching paths
that carry the fires we have kindled
But until that day
come on with me
for there is fire to carry and strength to run
until one autumn day when we look back
together
© Neil Quintrell
