Beautiful shade falls freely from these trees beneath this autumn day. Cascades like hope while padding like rain. With puddling saturated truthful rays, it streams like rivers and reflects on kings. With a whistling harp over hills unseen. And this, all this, is your favorite thing. Moreso than me to be underneath. Perhaps, its understandably so. Such fair and free beings in the shade of these most loving trees, I see. Finally see. I am you. And one with you are me.

There was a boy who lives alone
He likes his only toy and gazing the moon.
He had no friends.
But a toy and time to spend
He always used to say "I won't fear till my friend (toy) is near "
He was very happy
No one to care, to burden to beat.

One night he went out to riven
In cold night and everyone else would have shivered.
He went there to play with his toy and to had a little joy.

But suddenly a storm blew and taken his toy along.
Boy shed into tears and all his glow is gone.

He was crying, the moon stopped shining ✨.
Then a man comes and said "Don't cry, boy .storms will come and take will take joy.
It is the first loss but
life will take more than you think it cost "
"Everyone you love will go and in this world, you will left alone as I'm now.
Life will take everything you had and leave you in a state of sad ".

Poppies
Paradise
And playing the moon game
With the last vestiges of sin
All a memory forgotten
Have no fear
Drink it in
You children of
The Valley of
Ten Thousand Smokes

The life in you
Has passed on