I dream of a place that is the utmost pinnacle of pretty,
Beautiful.

Different shades relay,
And race within the day,
The time just tells the hue-to-go..

Clouds setting high and stretched,
As if it were milk freshly seeping through dark coffee..

A galaxy display is arrayed,
Into timeless galleries,
Sweeter than toffee..

It's autumn,
So the drips of seasons change,
Have twisted leaves to Orange..

Like pumpkin spice, pie, hoodies,
And soup, pourage..

The trees freckles flair,...