Prelude in C Minor (Words by Caroline Abbitt Sauer) Chopin-Op.28, no.20
Longingly grows the tree – arms spread upwardly
To the Sun and waves to us heavenly
At the end may we leave our fears with thee – We who cherish life also cherish death.
Leave your memories with the falling leaves, all a brighter hue than the wind can do.
What we, can forget every thing we’ve met stays back with the past
More Great Joy can we take from the tree, fruit and fragrance free from sweet misery
Living harmony love we all have known – Falls like Autumn Leaves, Letters From the Lord.