Episode 35

A November child is born when leaves Have danced their final, vibrant gleam. The air grows crisp, a whispered chill, And dreams begin to softly teem.

They hold a quiet strength within, A steadfast heart, serene and deep. Like sturdy trees, they stand their ground, While winter's secrets softly sleep.

A thoughtful gaze, a gentle smile, They see the world with knowing eyes. They find the beauty in the calm, Beneath the vast and darkening skies.