I will travel alone in this autumn path
Covered with fallen leaves that's been strewn all over,
The rustling sounds as it crackle beneath me
Becomes the music I think of as my anthem,
The gentle caress of the billowy wind
Is a dear companion to chilling summer yawns,
And it is as inviting as the pale moon
Who have longed for love, yet is cursed to be forlorn,
The trees, however, are in their little world,
Dancing and swaying to invisible music
Without as much as a care to the bright world
That is coated in russet, in gold, and in brown,
I will parley with the mist and its keeper,
Ask them if I may venture forth beyond the veil,
Where secrets of the earth had been kept for years,
As with its ancient lore that is unknown to man,
For while the beauty of seasons is fleeting,
The echoes of the past will forever remain,
And the leaves, bushes, as with all of nature,
Will not forget the vagaries of time's passage,
But although forgetting is impossible,
The trees do understand of how they should let go,
And I aim to learn how they make themselves free
From the burden that had been long attached to them,
I will savour every moment of autumn,
Its showers of dry leaves and radiant sunbeam,
As with silver moonlight and curtain of mists
That shrouds the night like how the sun governs the day,
Autumn is here, and it is ready to play,
And even though every bone in my body aches
For the eternity of this old season,
I know there is no stopping of the turning wheel,
And I would be glad to know that, in the end,
Autumn will still be there, even when I am not.
