That day will soon be upon us
When Autumn nights are chill...

You can lean on me any time of day
I'm there for you, I won't run away...

Isn't it funny how people panic
Over the trivial, the mundane...

I will love you
As long as my lungs fill with air...

Pink petals falling
Gently from the sky...

Wherever the moonlight touches
A meadow or oft tread dale...

Shafts of sunlight
Fill my bedroom...

Can there be a more beautiful rose
To bloom in the month of May...

Softest white feathers
Cover chicks grey downy heads...

Liquid clouds sail by
Between green branches they float...

There are sparrows in the hedgerows
All aflutter and sounding distraught...

A pivotal year was 1914
The likes of which there's never been...