AND IT WAS JUST A BEAUTIFUL AUTUMN

The fallen leaves of unsaid tales
Dropped from the arms of the birches
Spammed by the wind of the Northerlies
Took their place under the veil of shade

First came the sun, spreading the carpet of rays 
Moved by the me behind me;
thought of how it was, it is and it will be just the me myself
It wasn't hot but was just a dry summer

Then showered the heavens the droplet of life
Mild was it but touched the depth of earth
Splashing its basic browny blessings
Rain, they named her; listening to her mystic melodies

From the cloudy heavens fell down the snow
Rambling down the earth like a peddler of joy
Shadowed the me behind me to the abyss of darkness
For thy days shall be named winter

The misty drops upon the blades of leaves
with the sparkling tint when the sun kiss deep
told the plot of a life that was passed  by then
In the long long faded colorfull spring

And again to the fallen leaves 
From the arms of birches 
Spammed by the wind of the Northerlies
And it was just a beautiful autumn