
Can you hear the song of the trees
Sweet notes of bronze, red and gold
Dreams of fire falling at your feet
Carried on the wings of the breeze
Gaia’s Autumn carpet gently unfolds
In the forest of hearts, as Lovers meet
~Eily Nash
Can you hear the song of the trees
Sweet notes of bronze, red and gold
Dreams of fire falling at your feet
Carried on the wings of the breeze
Gaia’s Autumn carpet gently unfolds
In the forest of hearts, as Lovers meet
~Eily Nash