Be it autumn summer spring, wind or rain or birds in sing, there is just one simple thing, that puts my mind at ease.
When I feel my smile dying, Before the numb and bouts of crying I go out with hopes of spying, Lamplight on the leaves.
There is a lamp on my walk to school that is surrounded by leaves that never fall off the tree. When I walk home at night it is a beautiful halo of light that never fails to lift my spirits.