From the morning
To the evening
Folks arriving
Memories leaving
All those words
Spoken even
All those words
Worth believing
By the river
By the stream
Holding hands
Walking, kneeling
With the pink sky
I find the East
Of all the colours
They worry us the least
All of autumn
The beauty season
What I find
Is how we reason
Slowly calling
Somehow teaching
Open days
Still we’re reaching
