"Gold was the color of the leaves
When I showed you around Centennial Park
Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven
Time, wondrous time
Gave me the blues and then purple pink skies
And it's cool, baby, with me"

-Taylor Swift, Invisible String

You turned sorrow into a soft embrace,
the tapestry of autumn hues
tenderly enveloping my cool skin.
You made the yearning of seasons bow down
whenever your voice stirs the earth.
You transformed the unattainable into
an enchanting epiphany of love,
enveloping the timeless grove of yours,
where the admirer of nature blooms in
a sun-kissed wither, lingering in each petal,
and every timeless seconds of
the descending spirits
whispering your name