I realize that this is kind of old school, but I often find these words going through my head. When the white eagle of the north is flying overhead The browns, reds, and golds of autumn lie in the gutter dead. Remember then, that summer birds with wings of fire flaming Came to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying. Just as new life will come from death, love will come at leisure. Love of love, love of life, and giving without measure Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen. Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream. 1969 The Moody Blues