Once, not long ago the earth was covered in greens, not to forget the bright red and peaceful pink, the gleaming orange, the smiling yellow, ease the sorrow that's peaking out of the heart of each soul..
the attractiveness gathered all the working armies,
that's never stop from the execution of its duty..
Collecting honeys from crack of dawn till dusk..
dropping by at each bloom within their sight..
from red to pink and orange to yellow..
weary certainly its not jargon they follow
As time passes by, the environs starts to chill, the break of day is there, yet never be fool by the heat it disseminates..
since its rarely provides balminess nowadays and perhaps even further ahead..
and.. the sight starts to amazed as the foliage starts to shrivel..the bright greens revolve to brownish shade..
thick bush been replenished by the sparse frame..
north nor east, south nor west..
any degree the head turns to, in this region where my feet arise to each day, the view in this sight will never change..
and now to invite to the extant autumn
to gather the secrets that it holds.. to unveil the past that's retell the history..
with the hope to reach and absorbs the fundamental knowledge that lies within
And with every seconds that ticks, will strengthen one body and soul to stay firm on this ground
