TRANSFORMATION (collaboration- adagio)

Listening to the breeze that shakes the leaves
And the shadows of Autumn beneath my feet
Missing the butterflies as they fly free lilting up on air
Now dying on the flight to a destination unknown

Feeling the soul of the motherlode of greed
The need to gather creatures prepare for dismissal days to come
Crunching decay of Falls decline beneath my feet
That return into the white of winter burgeoning chill

With ashes of the wind walkers of the brazen greaves
Now unchained disguised as the living season
In shadows of a garden filled with weeds
like ghost riders looking before they fly
Death hath no dominion until renewal's seed