Trees Are Rustling In the Park

Trees are rustling in the park, Day’s too hot as you can feel, Evening takes the heat, it’s dark, There are no sweethearts. The will of the moon don’t show its face, Solitary poplar’s shrunk, Fallen leaf’s in silent grace, Eagle-owl sings as drunk. Little coldness touches the skin And beloved doesn’t hear, Park is naked. Autumn-mime Dropped the mask as lonely tear. Evening takes the heat, it’s dark, Leaves have scattered in the dust Trees are rustling in the park Cruel coldness comes to us.