Ohh she writes!

The rusted leaves turning gold, tattered down, hiding the path And the magical balance it carries with it. The mellow change from summer to winter, with the blazing colour around the world, the another spring of the year. Not all the fall is sad but to start all over and breathe there is something in the autumn when the crisp leaves dance under the riped sun.

listen, your  heart is more precious than anything and its necessary to tell this heart that everything's going to be alright very soon.