The day she came upon this place all the trees were
Seasons of fall.
Red, orange, and the blinding colors of yellow.
The earth's ground would make your heart want more
And the soul would be determined with passion.
She can only stand afar, for the enter would consume all
Of her.
As all the cycles of life goes on for others hers will
Nearly stay locked in time with the place, this place.
Listening to the call to her, she waits and dreams, for one
Day she will go and stay.
Until this time remembering is all she can do.