fall

then season changes, winds blowing a whispering sound
carrying echoes of the mountain and voices of swaying leaves
maple leaves shaded to red and gold falls to decorate the ground
the yellow sunlight reflected by the leaves, changing the land into a golden land
drift away by the river stream, the flower of pine tree cast on the riverside
squirrels running on ground here and there, looking for the nuts that fall from tree
bringing them to hole of home for the season will change to sleep
apple and cherry trees fallen their greens, leaving their dark branches bare naked in winds
will their beautiful white flowers bloom in cold?
where the butterflies lay their eggs for the leaves are gone?

* part 2 of Summer-Fall-Winter-Spring (Story Of The Mountain), archieve from March 2002.