Ending Song

"Follow me," called the tree, "follow me through your life."
I came upon a house but dared not enter. Around the island, across the point; I came upon a house but dared not enter. Throughout the islands, within the bay; I came upon a house but dared not enter. Island of green and black, point of tall, white birch; I came upon a house but dared not enter. For sung atop a chicken coop; I came upon a house but dared not enter. The door swung open and the table broke; I came upon a house but dared not enter. The darkness lit the long way home; I came upon a house but dared not enter.
"Follow me," demanded the stone, "follow me through your life."
Stony black, the slate blue cave glittered in the dark. Vigilant watch through mountains white, will they ever come home? To end the battle, the war must start; and forever more shall I. It ends, it ends; blackness fills the heart. Arms are lost, as are friendly cubs; come, come back home to me. Daughter fall: ye end is near. The endless watch shall make it clear; forever ending hope. The mountains great and mountains cold, I will forever join you. To end a life; to end a loss: the end has come upon. I enter Cave, but caves ne'er come. It follows me through my endless grave, he will forever die.
"Follow me?" Implored the crow, "follow me through your life?"
Bush through birds, in a happier time. View of the river: named for a lake. Crush and calling; stones and embraces. Circling, cawing, dying in prosper. Leaping like leopards, calling the sky. Ending in orange: Florida days. Bringing the middle, pulling the end. Snapping and running and pulling and cutting. Thorns of a beauty, thorns of a weed. Endless of ending, ending in trees. Sewer through saws in the great hut of ye. Off in the distance, the larks caw and caw. Ending the distance; ending the life.
"Follow me," cried the child, "follow me through your life,"
Upon the house of red and grey, the birds doth cry and the mist doth fall. All alone in the endless day, the people doth give and the world doth take. It will start to whole new way, the friends doth die and the rain doth rise. Pulled throughout in an endless way, the boot doth lace and the oar doth lie. River on stairs shall forever stay, the time doth blur and the visions doth clear. All is lost to the end dismay, the children doth cry and the bear doth sigh. All without they shall ever fray.
"Follow me," voiced the fog, "follow me through your life,"
Twisting, turning, starting, learning; all will end in the endless day. Pulling, shoving, lotus melting; the sea is me and shall ever be. I am ending, I am being; I am all to ye. Forever airing, hulling, chasing; all in the endless day. I shalt sing the song of the broken man, all in forever's name. Blue and whiteness, on the brightness; all will stop today. You have ended, I am started; they will be the ones to pay. Apology in darkness, kissing upon the fog, we shall not ever know. 
"We are upon the goal"
All shalt cry in the forever day, the day of endless joy. The trap will call, but the call ne'er heard, the house, it shall run away. The silent song is sung abroad, sung upon the wind. The start is end, set time gone; absence fore'er more. In the endless graves to fault: the pulling, it shall stop. When all is lost and all is gone, upon the moon I look. Home aboard will end in dust, fluter in ye wind. Endless double layered dreaming, broken in the sand. Caves and culling, cubs and cawing; venture to the West. Song of silence, death and end, of a meaning none; for when commanded, all is banded to the opposite. Western, southern, upward, right. Bushes, bounties, brawn, and bliss. Red black yellow, carnage bellows. Endless ending--song of start. Pull me too the home abroad; keys have found you, now the crack.