Golden pools of light,
Take me to a dream in Autumn.
Where the fluttering leaves paint the road
Every shade of orange.
A road which I know to be safe, like home.
Oh this Autumn dream, it warms my soul!
Like a fire crackling, igniting…
But just like the seasons change,
So do you.
Today you take me to a day of Spring,
Where a replenished meadow
Glistens to the wakening Sun.
Those pastoral gardens,
Which cultivate my soul.
By Georgia Beech