Just a bit of red, a definitive signal that a new cycle is starting over.
There are times where we create our own prision. Let's go pass it.
When autumn wind goes running It does some magic things. It gives the shadows dancing shoes It gives the bright leaves wings When autumn wind goes running It curls the bonfire's tail of smoke And shares a little whispered joke With cornstalks who delight to prattle It turns a seed pod into a rattle When autumn wind goes running
