Lions

It came to earth on a fast wind

Blown through woody sentinels
The last leaf has fallen in grace
And where else could it land
This final whisper of summer
It lies upon the fallen warriors
To cover richly in gold, the fallen
So sleep lions under watery skies
Rest in our tall towers of memory
No rainbow will guide you home now
But ever will memories be kindled
To flames of bittersweet remembrance
For to forget you, is to forget ourselves
Forget the life you have made for us
By the eternal sacrifice of yours