In this lonely city

In this lonely city

Tuesday, August 21, 2007 at 11:41 PM

Autumn Story

A leaf that is once green, a lushy green

Now hung its head, a weary head

The leaf has turned brown

A rushing wind, that blows

The leaf is so weak, so weak

As it falls down from the tree

A spiral path, a deserted path

Is weave without a sound

The sun is asleep, in a very deep sleep

As the leaf falls to the ground

A thought of life, a fragile life

Now hanging on a string

A thought of death, a seasonal death

As the leaf is soon to die

A bed of leaves, a grave of leaves

Lying on the path today

The summer has ended

Now autumn is on the way...