She whispered "Climb up the hill" "I lay too ill" Answered her call It was autumn The start of fall Reluctant steps she tread Through mountainside For water she'd been sent From the greater height Instilled by a vow that lead Far off from the riverbed By will of her guardian A task so quotidian Slaved her way up against the incline Guided by hymns of surrounding pine Rust-coloured leaves dancing by her side She found the well in a view so bright In teal Held there in awe And so she saw Some mountains were never meant to be moved at all It was autumn The start of fall The start of her fall