This throng of color, autumn leaves.
The throw of wind, barren trees.
Sweaters, hats, gloves, and boots.
Cold introduced, down to our roots.
The throw of wind, barren trees.
Sweaters, hats, gloves, and boots.
Cold introduced, down to our roots.
Hot cider warms the inner me
After taking a walk, for all I can see.
Beauty abounds, a splendorous sight
Before dark settles in erasing the light.
After taking a walk, for all I can see.
Beauty abounds, a splendorous sight
Before dark settles in erasing the light.