Autumn

On certain places on the clock

Will stand a stranger blocking the hands

A little autumn, some Halloween,

Will change your life's demands.

Orange leaves, woollen weaves

Dying birds and the dying tree,

Wilting roses, blooming orchids,

Nature set it's angels free!

A wisp of glee will someday flee

The orange will still be a dying tree

The stranger's gone, time kept the boots,

A memento that time never stops

Dead tree, shrooms on its roots

What you love is what you feared

Just feel the mellow, autumn has appeared.