This song is an old one that I made several years ago but I think it's still pretty good
so I decided to remaster it and upload it here.

The idea with this song is that whenever an animals is ready to die his soul is transported
to the field of clay which is a giant mud puddle. Close to this is a giant humongous tree.
After the dog's roll around in the mud and get up, the mud will stiffen and let their souls
fly up to crown on the tree and thereby allowing new life to sprout.

I wrote this song shortly after the dog of a family friend died. I wanted to do the honour
to carry him to his grave because only that way I would be able to say goodbye in an
honourable way. He was a good dog and he will remain in my heart forever as a happy
memory. :) May he rest in peace.

lyrics:
Leaves seem to fall so awfully slow
dying while they fell turning into dust
before they reach the snow
never reaching the ground to sprout new life
They'd be caught and crushed
with a spreading liquid strife

crumbling with a soft last sigh
before darkness led you the way
and brought you weakened and spiritless
to the field of clay.

He said:
All The great and brave ferals come to this place
rolling in mud before they stand up and grow stiff
their souls rising high into the air flying
up into the crown of the tree for a new beginning.