The Winter of Origin
The summer was long and our trees grew tall
We maybe thought the summer would not end at all
We deemed ourselves safe behind the cracked wall
We had forgotten; after summer comes the fall
High trees catch a lot of wind
And now our forest has been thinned
The Indigo Tears will keep falling for years
The loss was great, but not the darkest of fears
The fire had burned and cold wind was blowing
But the embers of our spirits still remained glowing
The Stitcher said
It’s not so bad.
With needle and thread
We will patch this hole
Once more become whole
We still have our soul
We’ll climb back to the top
We’re not going to stop
or let our spirits drop
But on Renaissance the mountains are high
And there were some who could not help but cry
Yet we were hopeful, soon would come spring
We were looking forward to what future might bring
But wind kept blowing, chilled the embers in our heart
And like leaves of dead trees we were blown apart
As some searched respite under different skies
They never returned to see the Isis sunrise
Even The Stitcher said 't is the end of the show
The mountains are covered under far too much snow
Those of you who remain here just have no place to go
A few of us keep holding out and still hope for the thaw
But there’s no denying that winter comes after the fall