~Intoduction~
Crackle 'neath footfalls
A river crimson and gold
The Broken Elders of Arbor. Stories left untold
Called by the whispers of angels
Like windswept feathers they fall.
Our silent protectors;
Atop the wings of heaven they soar.
From their velvet embrace
Warmth and wonder are born.
Such is the splendor
Of perpetual autumn.
~Meiyo
Crackle 'neath footfalls
A river crimson and gold
The Broken Elders of Arbor. Stories left untold
Called by the whispers of angels
Like windswept feathers they fall.
Our silent protectors;
Atop the wings of heaven they soar.
From their velvet embrace
Warmth and wonder are born.
Such is the splendor
Of perpetual autumn.
~Meiyo