Leaves float gently down
As the bare tree stands alone...
Can you smell it?
A soft sweet aroma...
The Dew Drop shining among thy 'Touch Me NOt'
How can their leave not shy thy bee away...
Every night, I close my eyes
and imagine myself high in the skies...
I meander in the bleak vortex of autumn,
Listening to the melody, within me...
Red is the color that symbolizes love
Orange, yellow and even blue too...
I lay in a medow
and i stare above...
One, two we're counting on you.
three, four you shine our floor...
Cricket Jamboree
stridulating song...
Hidden by the clouds
beams the suns rays...
Mother planted it in the garden,
Right next to my window...
Seasons come,
Seasons go...