As the sun dives to sleep and the nocturnal shadow falls
The wild wind stops and resurrects the creatures of the night, which crawl
Under the white light of the two face moon, slowly the leaves fall down
Still it stands its ground with no complaints and never returns a frown
He knew sooner or later he would face his nemesis
It’s a hard part of his life but there is no catharsis
Twig by twig he watches the nature’s conspiracy unfold
An obstinate idea haunts him which would leave him stone cold
A spark of life is required to make him blossom again
Maybe a feeling so similar of that last November rain
A rosy dawn that would light up every thing
An enchanting symphony that each bird would sing
Once more the mystic breeze will encompass the fragrance
Once more the serene horizon will prove its existence
Lord has been a little bit harsh on him but he’s kind
Its autumn today but he knows spring is not far behind.
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