Autumn

Dead leaves drop down, the sun gets in the veil,

Basking in the sweet scent of orchids, I'm walking down the memory lane.

Thinking 'bout 'what could have been if you still were there.

The green foliage which once adorned the mighty tree,

Now is just being trampled and trodden.

The tree stands helpless, watching it let go.

But it knows, the harbinger will come home, sooner or later,

'Tis so assured of that!

And so do know I,

Autumn of my life too shall pass.