Even in the pallid gray
The greens and golds stand out
Amber, crimson, bright as day
Scattered leaves about

Listen to the rain and wind
See it on the streams
Sparking something deep within
Like distant, foggy dreams

Gurgling, churning riverbed
Water washing over stone
Nature's tears fall on your head
The trees lend their creaking moan

Treetop towers, ebon hill
Vanish in the mist
Crystal creekbeds quickly fill
Look now, lest all be missed