GOLDEN LEAVES ( THE SEASON OF AUTUMN)
Seasons change ,come and go,
but my love for the month of september will always grow.
Watching the trees turning from green to gold,
seems like every roots has a tale which is untold.
Drop of those Golden leaves,
convey a message to relax my grieves.
Every Parts of leaf smells like fortitude,
which dragged me away from the state of solitude.
Suppressing myself on the soft loam
feeling like i was sitting at home
no noise, no disturbance, only the thing, i could hear
was the whispers of those tiny leaves wishing me Shalom.