November
Natural branches sit empty among the lonely pine
Old leaves have fallen from every branch and vine
Vegetation is unable to live, unable to grow
Everyday we can feel the cold wind's blow
Many hunters go out looking for wild prey
Before the bright morning, before the end of day
Every year we have a feast of thanksgiving
Remembering why we must keep on living
Birth date: November 20, 1984
Composition date: August 10, 2015
Copyright © James Cottrell | Year Posted 2015
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