The hills are alive with fall.
My restless being stirs with this small change
That was not there even a week ago.
I look up and see the dreamland coming true
It's only a whisper yet ~ It's only just arrived,
But soon very soon, we will see it thrive
Into Beauty ~
If I could, I would pause its time and beauty,
Hold it - Walk through it - Feel it -
As its whispers grow into full bloom
And howl in my ears what I long to hear
