Green underfoot
pierced morning, dew light
caught the last wisp of night
breathed in and then out
fortune teller on the hill
knew my own story well
caught me on the way out
moving on
wanted to avoid
being cheesy
is thank you two words?
you caught me
like the last line of a song
ending on the breeze
as the bar stays open
drifting towards tomorrow
i trust fall
you catch me