A breeze tickling the skin,
Strong gusts flowing through warm scarves,
Shy and strong, gentle and cool,
Trees sway in time with the air
Adding to the symphony of sounds
That ring in the season of lost life.
Soft and sweet chirps
Fall away into misty hoots and echos,
Rest found by nature
In the solace of milder times,
And so the beasts begin their journey of dreams.
Warm colors together with warm drinks,
Crisp apples alongside crisp air,
A magical play of change,
Both in beauty, sorrow, and excitement.
A new beginning of the end,
Exalted in the sun-colored trees,
Hot fires burning through bitter nights.
Like the change of night and day,
The sunset of seasons is on it’s way.
Strong gusts flowing through warm scarves,
Shy and strong, gentle and cool,
Trees sway in time with the air
Adding to the symphony of sounds
That ring in the season of lost life.
Soft and sweet chirps
Fall away into misty hoots and echos,
Rest found by nature
In the solace of milder times,
And so the beasts begin their journey of dreams.
Warm colors together with warm drinks,
Crisp apples alongside crisp air,
A magical play of change,
Both in beauty, sorrow, and excitement.
A new beginning of the end,
Exalted in the sun-colored trees,
Hot fires burning through bitter nights.
Like the change of night and day,
The sunset of seasons is on it’s way.