【Something Told the Wild Geese】

📷 小米
lolita

📷 小夜

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go.
Though the fields lay golden,
Something whispered, “snow.”

Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers,
Something cautioned, “frost.”

So fly, bird, fly.
Winter’s on the wing.
Goodbye, goodbye.
Come again next spring.

Composer：Andy Beck
Poem：Rachel Field

Model | 黑企鵝
Echarpe | Berry Wood．花開時序
Brooches | Flora Pray．大英美術館
Gray Brooch | Angelic Studio