It is of colors on the maple sugar trees.

Tis the day brightened the leafs.

Fall of mystery you two have wit.

Autumn, hazel snow once now gone.

Bird of song do you seek the worm of the day.

Early growth always meets the requirements.

Of a tree holding its own magnificent.

And proof of its very own certificate.

As once new bleachers stood holding hands so intricate.


You two may find life as an alternate.

A pulse of vibrant, and multi level consciousness.

Is what is seemed, going threw paradox-es as you would of a dream.

Thinking of life in a double blink reality like a gently breezes.


Hurricane, of spiritual breath taking care of settlers pairs.

Who the of grand robe address the stations on a granite counter.