She was born on Autumn Leaves.

When the land grieved the summer greens.

The world was overwhelmed with orange & brown.

The crisp of decay scatter the ground.

A sky of crimson brought rapture to sight.

While people were starved of warmth and light.

Rays struggle to shine from an exhausted sun.

Winter would arrive in the weeks to come.

Yes the earth died when her life begun.

The wind; criminal. The trees had to succumb.

As branches became bare.

Her soul became aware, that she had far to go.

She  carried the scent from the bonfires of yesterday.

Burning the darkness that held souls at hostage.

Creating hope.

She paved the way in ones heart to Utopia.

Written by S.K.Jackson