Walking down the street, listening to the birds' last melody,
Autumn's gentle storm carrying yellow, red and orange leaves away,
Everything seems so tired and my heart's beating at another frequency,
when I smell the scent of rain on the streets I wish I could stay.

A warm scarf around my neck and gloves to keep me warm,
Boots on my feet to stomp happily into the puddles,
It all seems so silent, confirming and calm,
When I read a good book and the blanket gives me cuddles.

I love it, Autumn, oh believe me I do.
But nature seems to infect me with its tiredness, when I'm not next to you.