*literal tears exiting my eyeholes at the thought of a beautiful autumn* π Want... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ wind whistling through the meadow and the trees all brightly singing a season shifting red yellow green whispers brushing in the breeze a lively painting the world is changing its soft leaves... shedding falling gently all burying... a mind resting so gently under light striking branches made bare for all to see a longer shadow the golden hour warmth from the solstice a distant memory a dimming wonder I'm hiding under those soft leaves... painting away the burdens crumbling... revealing starlight for resting under [Interlude: bright lyrical violin opens into a soaring melody; airy vocalise gently doubles and ornaments it] *melodic humming* I'm resting under so gently under
