Leaves falling did call us urgently there
We have seen damning energy where,
One said, ‘One month is remaining
Of mist and cold season approaching;
But before that all the leaves will fall’
We were standing under the tree was tall
At noon it could not shade fully
We looked at open field usually;
There autumn was harvesting time
The lands were just ripped garden,
By a long aisle for long we walked
Golden crops touched our bear feet;
The sun was temperate and mild
Fully alert was that autumnal grey field,
Long narrow path leisurely we walked
Nature was pale but beautifully slimed;
We looked at some bloomed wild flowers
They were spreading a messy odor
Therefore, we were not interested to pluck
We just did touch those all and check;
We turned and turned all around
Those us that autumn tightly caught,
Though where once we mistook the path
But smiled on us finally the truth.