Fall expels the green canopy reared of warm sun and balmy moon,
Call propels the clean atrophy to be cleared and calming the lagoon,
Birds are gone and the new season remains now quiet and still,
Words and song refrains in terrain with water and sky in the chill.
Call propels the clean atrophy to be cleared and calming the lagoon,
Birds are gone and the new season remains now quiet and still,
Words and song refrains in terrain with water and sky in the chill.