Dyed in daybreak's light
Sound asleep, curled
Blue bird's first flight, Silent world
Burnished by Autumn
Trees hued in crimson
Yet the days darken
Now you've gone away
Waking from a dream
The sun floods her eyes
To unravel such a scene
Of scarlet splendour
Burnished by Autumn
Trees hued in crimson
Yet the days darken
Now you've gone away
"If I went out... maybe we could find the door to my mother's garden.
If we found the door... we could go inside."