Roads go ever ever on

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

Fallen in love with Autumn

 

 

 

I don't know what's worse about Fall - that you watch a bunch of horror flicks and you're scared that you're gonna get hunted and killed by a werewolf or that you enjoy that feeling and stay out after the sun has gone down. 

Dreaming of more space

Life is older here, older than the trees~