Scattered hues of amber fall from an azure sky

The wind whispers through these hidden strings, a faint breath of life to whatever is left

Shattered dots of rust scrape against the asphalt road

I can feel all the little things, within these brief moments of rest

How do you feel sitting with me

Gazing upon this season's call

The hills, the lights, the stars shine free

Up here we can see it all

Paint the land to whatever you like 

This canvas is never-ending

And I want to see it shine.

The bright sun sets with my final notes

This melody fades to nothing

But everything will still be fine.

The lake’s reflection is more vivid and bright

The leaves hide everything with vibrancy, nature’s dissonant harmony

My eyes are guided by the light of the moon

The scents of the town start to embrace me with a pumpkin spice symphony 

What do you think standing with me

Embracing this season’s aura 

I hear the music weaving through the trees

I smell the bitter flora

Paint the land to whatever you like 

Your brush is a miracle to my eyes

the world that you'll make is sublime.

And the sun sets with my final notes

My song dissolves into an arpeggio

As the bells of the church start to chime.

In this autumn ephemeral time.