Crescent noon

Green September Burned to October brown Bare November Led to December's frozen ground The seasons stumbled round Our drifting lives are bound To a falling crescent noon ? Feather clouds cry A vale of tears to earth Morning breaks and No one sees the quiet mountain birth Dressed in a brand new day The sun is on its way To a falling crescent noon ? Somewhere in A fairytale forest lies one Answer that is waiting to be heard ? ? You and I were Born like the breaking day All our seasons All our green Septembers Burn away Slowly we'll fade into A sea of midnight blue And a falling crescent noon