Greetings to the leaves in autumn...

How nostalgic you feel to the touch...

The sound of your voice...

The complacency of your dance...

The truth in your origins...

Swinging inside playgrounds with hollow pink sunsets...

Walking home with stars peaking along the crescendo...

Singing to the universe with your earbuds in your ears...

...

Now just close your eyes...

And drift away to the astral lines