Eve Of Change

A light mist fell over the valley
Where the oaks sway in the breeze
Through the haze the wild flowers
Reach up to the heavens

Where the stars appear like pin holes in the night
A shooting star so near but yet so far
As the moon drifts slowly by
Would the light of my beacon
Reflect upon the heavens
Like the sunrise of the day

A cool breeze through the valley
As the leaves fall from the trees
Resting upon the valley floor
Nestled just below, where they sink into the river
As it rushes to meet the sea

Surrender to its power, As the land is swept away
There is hope for the future
As the last signs of winter fade
Beneath the heavens, Upon the eve of change

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