September is here 🍁 _ Embracing change l Forest bathing _ Wind in the willows leaves 🍂

I sit beside the fire and think, Of all that I have seen, Of meadow-flowers and butterflies, In summers that have been, Of yellow leaves and gossamer, In autumns that there were, With morning mist and silver sun, And wind upon my hair. I sit beside the fire and think, Of how the world will be, When winter comes without the spring, That I shall ever see. For still there are so many things, That I have never seen, In every wood, in every spring, There is a different green. I sit beside the fire and think, Of people long ago, And people who will see a world, That I shall never know. But all the while I sit and think, Of times there were before. I listen for returning feet, And voices at the door. And I wonder who has brought her here, Into this playful place, This playing space, With sparkling grace. I wanna sing, sing, sing, In a thousand ways. Picture in the sky, Dolphins floating by, Just imagine how they play and hide.