The Dream

Spoken:

When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead

The browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead

Remember then, that summer birds with wings of fire flaying

Come to witness spring's new hope, born of leaves decaying

As new life will come from death, love will come at leisure

Love of love, love of life and giving without measure

Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen

Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream