But if it dies...

Flowers paling and leaves in unbloom
Bear the trace of an unforgotten fall
Wind whispering coolly a dirge of a tune
And all that it touches answers the call

Wait for redemption
Wait now; just lie
There is no prevention
To this season long sigh

A bewildering force, this chill in the air
Life, once vibrant, it bends from the sway
Winter surprises when we’re unaware
Seizing the colors now fading to grey

Wait for redemption
At the end of the night
Wait for the sensation
Of warmth and the light

Fields now feel barren, as an empty womb
Save for the memory of fruit grown and ripe
Just remnants of soul, they march to their tomb
Ashen, defeated, what’s left merely tripe

Wait for redemption
‘Midst this promise of death
Hope, don’t you mention
Just save your breath

Trees were once thriving, budding with green
Now become naked, bequeathing their crowns
Such wasting away, they had not foreseen
To watch all their glory fall to the ground

Wait for redemption
Not beauty that fades
No self-preservation
Will bring you more days

Verily, I say, as you plunge to the soil
Though red and purple; soon yellow and brown
No matter the pain no matter the toil
The yield you produce will be worth going down

Wait for redemption
Lie down to die
A peculiar salvation
Your ruin brings forth life

Endure in destruction
Wait through the strife
Soon comes liberation
From the Giver of Life

Suffer through death’s fray
Emancipation
Will come on the day
Your leaves heal the nations