a grassy field with a body of water and a tree

Oil painting on canvas, early autumn scene - Sinking Dreams - On the road, beside this tree, where I sit, beneath the clouds and mountains high, softly, lay down my dreams upon the glistening lake, where-in, are they never to awake. My battered heart deeply shaken. But sit, wait a while, listen to the leaves that shade your head. Your dreams are not fled, nor are they ended here. For my voices are many and awaken they will. The wind has heard you, clear as a bell, so stand and lift your head high, this sullen cloud, I promise, shall swiftly pass you by.