through the trees we felt the autumn,
as the green turned into red,
but our reason turned to madness,
and our hopefulness to dread —
summer flew off into sunset,
smoke came from the distant hills,
battles raged and love fragmented,
conflicts of opposing wills —
then: the river, overflowing,
touched trees with hints of flood,
as the forest rang in gladness,
and the autumn spread
in blood
