autumn slipped away

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Her considerations and input ultimately fell flat, and for a moment, she merely nodded, folding her hands together and listening. Focusing inward could’ve been harvesting their resources, especially for their people, but perhaps infrastructure and other things mattered more. Taking a few more notes, for herself and for those around her, the Caretaker smiled again, unbothered – for all of this was to forge their land onward, to improve, to grow. “What parts of the region were we hoping to improve?” Roads? Houses? She could imagine gardens – somewhere amidst the city, beyond just the Celestine – where inhabitants wouldn’t need to rely so heavily on the world beyond, and simply there, in their own backyards.

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all