Autumn

Yellow leaves are falling
covering the ground in gold,
through the forest I'm strolling
watching a circle that the nature has just made,
but why do I feel old
when the summer colours start to fade?

Every leaf that has fallen
reminds me of grey in my hair
that passing time has stolen
which once used to be long and fair,
every bird that has flown to south
like another breath taken from my mouth

While days are getting shorter
and flies are dancing their last,
life enters into its final quarter
how the time is passing so fast, I realize
yesterday is already today's past
before tomorrow brings a new surprise

I wish I was here and there in my life
but to many places I've never been
while the thick fog is still rolling
that could almost be cut with a knife
through this autumn morning
and the sun behind dark clouds can't be seen

Listening to this tapping sound
of the rain pouring to the ground
and the wind playing with the last leaves at will
in whisps they will be scattered
butterflies are dead, their dust shattered
but the colours of their wings remain, still