The wind that blows brings freshness.
The scattered autumn leaves adorn the ground I step on.
The endless chirping of birds is beautiful.
On this autumn night.
I'm full of your words.
Timeless words like time
like material.
Words as heavy as a hand
sparkle like a star.
And the chattering leaves.
They talk about the coming fall again.
And under the heavy rain.
With vine leaves and lively berries adorning itself.