Silken leaves, soft breeze,
Dancing in the breeze,
Harmony’s gentle tease.

Stone and root entwine,
In silent, sacred design,
Earth’s rhythm, pure and fine.

Light and shadow play,
In the quiet of the day,
Threads of life, on display.

Breathe, and let it be,
Nature’s art, wild and free,
Weaving harmony.

“Autumn’s tapestry sings in your words, a dance of earth and sky, woven with love.”

From the loam, the roots entwine,
With sky and breeze in rhythm sway,
Each stitch a whisper, soft and fine,
Of seasons’ change and life’s ballet.

Pine needles crunch beneath our feet,
As forests sing their ancient song,
The rustic colors warm and sweet,
Where every thread belongs.

In Studio, where the needle glides,
With threads of green and brown and red,
We craft a world where all abides,
And nature’s magic is Mississippi’s thread.

So let us weave with heart and soul,
In every space, a tale to tell,
Of threads entwined, of beauty whole,
That echoes natural harmony, our spell.