Sandra's vision of Indian Summer
Rain has fallen and touched the ground,
And all the colours turned grey.
I've sung the song of Summer's End
On the last sunny day.
I've hued the leaves a golden red,
I've sent the wild geese away,
And I've smiled a bit and cried a bit
On the last sunny day.
I remember being a girl
With lilies in her hair,
When all the world was dance and song
And flowers perfumed the air.
Then you lived and then you laughed
And I did laugh with you,
When the trees were white with blossoms
And the sky was ocean blue.
Rain has fallen and touched the ground
And drawn the warmth from the stones.
I listen to his soothing sound
That fills my heart and bones.
I look out to the weary trees:
They are grateful for the lullaby
That helps them sleep their long, deep sleep
And so am I.
Not long ago I settled down
And watched my rich lands grow.
Busy I was, but joyful I was
And the sun from my face did show.
With peace in my heart I cared and tended
Gardens and cattle and child
And beautiful, bountiful was my reward
From the culture and the wild.
But now the rain is coming down
And I feel weary and old.
My auburn hair is wispy white
And my hands are feeble and cold.
I walk across my barren lands
In silent reverie
Leaving tears and strands of mist
As a last adieu from me.
Crystal, October 1998