Autumn

If you tore off a little piece

And placed it on the windowsill

And wait for all the birds to sing

Eyes in the clouds

Breezes blow orange and angel lights soften and drift in and out of the air

White whisper skylight reflected in twilight the golden leaf falls without care

Autumn

Autumn

I remember it like yesterday

We were walking through the field

In the silence of our gratitude

Eyes that revealed

Breezes blow orange and angel lights soften and drift in and out of the air

White whisper skylight reflected in twilight the golden leaf falls without care

Autumn

Autumn

If you tore off a little piece...