The autumn on way to goodbye,
Waves back the cool breeze,
Gives me goose bumps,
Relocates me back to the mornings,
When the snow topped mountains shine again,
Welcoming the spring,
Bringing the hope of the life again.
The silhouette of the naked tree,
Calmness of the autumnal eve,
Harvesting for the winter approaching by,
And smoke forming patterns in the sky.
Reflecting the end of the life,
All this while collecting things for to survive.