When the leaves fall down
On the cold hard ground
In a swirl of
Red orange yellow
And brown
The sun rays appears but
Not so near nor
Far for
In cloudy skys
Flowers die and the
Wind shall re-arise
In a quiet glize not
So high with
Couples lined in cloud 9
Deeeply in thought with
The wind as a resort
Down comes the sun
With fires becoming broad...
