Autumn's Sonnet

The winds blow lightly in the silence, It's raining with sad leaves in quiet tears, Lost rays dream of light, hot impatience, Upper tired branches slowly break their fears. It's autumn. Hopes are dashed in the dark fog, Colors fade, and the pink flowers die, The moonlight disappears in choking smog, I began to roar, I began to cry, I choose to sing together with the wind, To cry with the golden leaves through the rain, To embrace a ray of light, to be kind, To feel the great sadness and flower's pain. It's autumn, from her wealth of hopes we reap, A new time to laugh, a new time to weep.