Reds, golds and ambers cover the trees
Cascades of leaves all dance on the breeze.
Twisting and twirling with effortless grace
Balletic visions all over the place.
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.