Early Dew of Fall

[Early dew of fall:] Musical notes fill the air as the sun comes to life. And the colors of the fallen leaves dance in the youthful light. Memories grow fond of such days like this. When months create a story instead of a simple line to read... Outside harmony falls from the heavens creating artwork for us to read. As beauty itself defines what it means to be able to dream freely. Would you care to go outside and catch these dreams with me? Hidden under the tree as the leaves fall like rain, Each one adding another lyric to this tone deaf city of ours, Where our hope is often limited or quickly devour. So take my hand and allow yourself to bloom in this early dew. For it is the month of fall. And i dedicate these happy moments to you. -Robert F Burton