The hazel honey colour of the autumn trees
May as well get going with the birds and the bees
But sorry that's what I think when my hand
Breezes through the locks of your hair
Just like how that rainbow I saw out the rain stained window
Has nothing on the one I see shining in your eyes
But be that as it may even the birds in the  trees
Cant match the melody of your voice that you own with ease

Now tell me how it's all held together

Wait I think I know.
It's that blinding kindness that's woven inside and out