Not quite in the midst of autumn, like a ripple neath the horizon of substantial reformation.
Miraculous revelations shall come to pass like a gust of wind, or a storm seethes.
Erelong, limbs will be barren and frostbite. Aspirations will revolutionize and take root like seedlings, as springtide welcomes anew.
Ebb and flow in tranquility and in pandemonium.