Autumn

Autumn has made its entry

Leaves are falling apart

Some greens are still stuck on the edge

That will also fall

Not so far.

There is a sweet shimmer in the rays 

That is trying to glisten the earth

Leftover greens 

Swing with the breeze

And the coloured ones are fallen on the path.

A wave that is tuning with the nature

Peeping birdies have perched on the branch

All are waiting for the last one to fall

And the winter wind will make its entrance.

Red, yellow, and brown umber leaves

Many colours fall around

Autumn wind that sings a ballad

Waiting for nature circle to go round.