~- "fleeting fields, hazel dewdrops appear on the leaves" "velvet haze pierces through the trees." "subtle change of the world appear before my elder eyes..." "would she love all the things I tilled for her?" "silt on corn, washed to shiny, golden bubbles." "the orange trees dance a thousand winds upon my, elder life..." "everyday I can hear her pitter-patter" "youthful knees scraping on the bronze, soft meadows." "autumn leaves decorate her tomb as I wait, to see her eyes.." -~
