My dress is made of long slender leaves
I am wearing it with pride...

Thanksgiving is here
blessings are on the table...

People have walked in and out of my life
only a few remain in my heart...

You've picked me up from the ground
brought me joy...

I am fighting this battle
against my inner heart...

I'm heading home
only a few more miles to go...

Waking up this morning
wasn't like any others...

You may not feel his presence
nor hear his whisper...

It's early in the morning
streetlights are still burning...

A tree way out in the fields
broken branches, leafs on the ground...

He is running through the house
scratching on the couch...

I am walking through the harvest
every day, same time...