Oh brown leaf
Do you ever get so lonely?
Oh red leaf
Are you proud of your color?
Oh butterfly
Do you have children to tend?
I rush back in my home
As my tea grew with steam
Burning hot on my throat
And I ready myself for work
As I ran outside
And cold breezes surrounded me
So cold and relentless
I push my key into ignition
The leaves and butterfly stayed
Then I asked myself
Who am I?