In warm weather the seagulls went to the sea the light from the sun gives glare on the water
The girl is holding on to a branch with green leaves
On a big old tree, branches have let go to the bottom
Two cartridges are lying on a red box next to a tie and leaves
Through the autumn I'm coming to you on the dark sleepers
A flock of birds huddle together on a tree branch under the falling snow to keep warm