Nashville in the Fall by Sneketoshi and MotherBear

A cap of velvet, brown and small, She walks the streets of Nashville fall. Beneath the crisp and pleasant skies, With quiet, spore-lit, dreamy eyes. "Life is hard," she will often say As traffic crawls down Broadway. She finds joy in ordinary things— The simple tune a busker brings, The mundane moss on old stone walls ,The normal routine when autumn calls. The sun dips low, the neon glows, As back into the earth she goes." Stay safe," she whispers to the street, "And have a good day" to the feet Of everyone it is daytime for. She shrinks beneath the forest floor. The moon is up, the stars are shed,The little mushroom's going to bed. For GN notes and quiet dreams,Are softer than they ever seem.She rests content beneath the trees,And loves the fall time's gentle breeze. Sneketoshi and MotherBear Collaboration 2026

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