You said the games are over
We must put our toys aside
And I can not help but wonder
Susan, have you become blind?

You know, you know it is all real
Why are you going astray?
You know it is the truth
Susan, why do you turn away?

You said you just grew up
You want to walk a different road
The light was right in front of you
Susan, why did you choose the cold?

You say that you are grown now
And more of the world you wish to know
But now that you have strayed from Him
Susan, where will you go?

I have learned to go on
Though believe me it was hard
The empty nights have come and gone
Your memory has not been mard

I remember that day we met
On the island of your father
I knew every parent should envy
This man who had such a daughter

You agreed to come with me
You left your home so far away
How could I have ever seen
That it would have been this way

You were cruelly taken from me
To Aslan's country you did depart
And yet you are still with me
For you are always in my heart

In a circle they stand together
They must choose the autumn queen
The dryad with fairest colors
Will be crowned the fairest tree

First the pine dryad takes a step
And speaks in an evergreen tone
"I believe I am the one
who should have the autumn throne"

"You all change when autumn comes
And in winter lose your leaves
But I stand fair all year round
And remain forever green"

"You all look as though you're dead
When your leaves fall to the ground
Yet even when the winter comes
I stand, tall and green and proud"

"How dare you insult us so"
The willow dryad indignantly calls
"You remain dull green all the year
While I brighten the forest in the fall"

The pine coldly turns her head
"I would prefer if you do not interrupt"
The willow glares in return
"I believe you have spoken long enough"

"So do I," the birch dryad says
"It is time I spoke my share
I who am most delicate of trees
I who am the most fair"

"When autumn comes to Narnia
My lovely leaves turn to gold
And brighten up to wood around
Dryads, the throne is mine alone"

"Your leaves wither and fall to soon"
The apple dryad scorns
"When the wind blows through the woods
Yours are the first that will be torn"

"Your leaves are just as weak"
The chestnut dryad now speaks up
"And the color your leaves become
Why it is something to be ashamed of"

"Now listen to me you young ones"
The oak dryad speaks with pride
"The throne and the crown of autumn
Sister dryads, should be mine"

"I am older than all of you
I have stood for many a year
When you all were little saplings
I braved the storms with no fear"

"You leaves turn an ugly brown"
Says the mulberry dryad in disgust
"The title Queen of Autumn
To you I would never trust"

On and on the argument goes
Each one thinks that she is best
She deserves the crown and throne
Far greater than all the rest

Finally the words run out
And silence replaces cruel remarks
The fire of conceit dies out
Yet still clings in hateful sparks

"Has everyone spoken their share"
The oak dryad at last speaks
"All but one," the birch replies
"Where is the dryad of the maple tree"

"Oh I am here," a honey voice calls
"For my tardiness please don't hate
I had so much to do today
Forgive me sisters that I am late"

"I visited my friends today
To give them autumn cheer
And share with them the yellow leaves
That autumn bestows but once a year"

"How glad I am that Aslan grants
A time of year for us to change
How boring it would be
If we would always be the same"

"I walked through the woods today
Drinking in the colors on display
I loves how each of us
Is beautiful is her own way"

"To give joy when all is white
The pine remains green all year round
The willow's leaves are fair
As they hang low to the ground"

"The birch touches the heart
With her small golden leaves
And her sister no less fair
Is of course the apple tree"

"The oak stands and and majestic
Giving a feeling of of royalty
And you the chestnut bring delight
With your lovely dancing leaves"

"Delicate as the icing on the cake
Is of course the lovely mulberry
And to make the forest complete
Are the rowan, the olive, the cherry"

"Oh my dear sisters, how I love
The colors that Aslan granted to you
Though each is different, all are special
You make the woods fair and true"

"But oh dear, I fear once more
My mouth has spoken words to much
Tell me sister, what was it
That we have gathered to discuss"

All the dryads looked at another
Filled with guilt and shame
They had tried to make the other see
Why the queen they must be named

But the young maple dryad
Had ne're spoken a word of pride
She had blessed each of their trees
And her own she had denied

The oak dryad spoke at last
As she looked at the maple tenderly
"My dearest sister, maple dryad
I believe we have found our autumn queen"

The maple dryad widened her eyes
"Surely you cannot mean me
I fear it would not be right
To crown the simple maple tree"

"Your humility and meekness
Are what make you most fair
A heart that is as precious
As leaves of gold in your hair"

"We ask that you accept
The title of the autumn queen
Because you are fairest of us all
Clothed in your humility"

"Your leaves are gold and red
And you stand straight and tall
But you are not selfish or proud
And share your leaves with one and all"

"Your beauty as you stand
Makes travelers turn their head
Yet you never laugh and boast
But give all glory to Aslan instead"

The other dryads nodded their head
They agreed with the dryad of the oak
They had come to see the truth
Of which their sister had just spoke

And so the title queen of autumn
Was given to the dryad of the maple
She was fair, and she was humble
And to Aslan she was faithful

I feel the soft spring breeze on my face
And breath the fresh night air
I cannot believe, how everything can be
So still, and fresh and fair

The fireflies flicker in the darkness
Like tiny lanterns that can fly
They whisk through the gentle air
And blend with the stars in the sky

I can softly hear in the distance
The sound of fauns playing songs
They are dancing with the dryads
They love to dance all night long

The wind it rustles through the trees
As if a firm and strong caress
Almost as though it feels it must
For a moment break the tender silence

And when the wind blows my way
As though the voice of Aslan I hear
Telling of His love for me
And that he is always near

How I love when darkness creeps
With the fading of the sun's rays
And a silent peace also sneaks
When end the busy bustling days

Alone I sit by my window
While the castle to sleep goes
Just me and the voice of Aslan
That speaks when the wind blows

I look up at the stars as they glow
High in the Narnian sky
I smile as I gaze at them
And from my lips escape a sigh

How glad I am that Aslan allowed
For me to Narnia return
I haved missed it ever so
My heart for it did yearn

We do not know where we are going
Yet we sail still
We must help King Caspian
His oath to Aslan fulfill

The sea at night it is a dream
A poem that words could never tell
The waters murmer with the wind
As if enchanted by a spell

The moon caresses the dark ripples
With a pale, frail light
It casts a shadow on the dark sea
A shadow that is pure white

The ship is rocked to and fro
Gently, lovingly rocked to sleep
By the music caused by the wind
And the lullaby sung by the sea

The stars in the sky speak to me
They tell me "child, run off to bed"
"The night has come for you to rest"
"You must go and lay your head"

The sea whispers "go child"
"And we will rock your cradle sweet"
"You will not even notice"
"How so swiftly you fall asleep"

The wind replies "to your bed"
"And I will sing a lullaby"
"About the wonders of the night"
"About the stars, the sea, the sky"

I must obey, I know I must
Yet it is so hard to leave
For the moon is telling me
"Child, must you really go to sleep"

But I know I must be off
For tomorrow holds advertures untold
So I bid goodnight to the moon
And my cabin I do go

I lay down and close my eyes
As I'm rocked by the waves
I can hear the wind sing to me
I have no reason to be afraid

"Your house is small but don't complain
One day it may completly wreck
Don't whine about your bruised knee
It could have been your neck

"No matter how good the food will be
It will soon go bad
And no matter how happy today is
Tomorrow you may be sad"

"If things are terrible
Don't worry, the will get worse
Know that those who are last
Where once the very first"

"The night is warm, but do not fear
Tomorrow it will get far too cold
And though today you are young
Tomorrow you may be old"

"No use in crying over past days
For all too soon they will be forgotten
And though the present is fresh and new
The future could be rotten"

"You needn't sigh that you are ill
That you are confined to bed
Rejoice that you are living still
Tomorrow you may be dead"