The autumn chill swept past the meadows,
Summer kissed the stars goodnight.
Airy birds nestled amidst undressed trees,
The lustrous moon shone high n’ bright.
A blessed bud did blossom,
A tinge of colour on the field he did bring.
Arrived; sadly, to the roar of mournful melodies,
Rather than the sweet song of spring.
And so, I drifted aimlessly, sensing the autumn chill,
Hills and flowers and fruits evading my sight.
Wavering time and again at will,
To bask in the abstruse beauty of the night.