I feel gentle sun is slowly starting to bleach,
It is trying to warm, but scarcely can reach.
I'm closing my eyes, enjoying delicate breeze,
Reminiscing the moments that I cannot freezе.
Multicolored leaves do last dance and then fall,
Fascinate by their beauty and make all behold.
But the time is relentless, everything grows old,
It is taking the springtime that no one can hold.
I'm greeting the season which is made of gold,
I admit its succession, freely let it enfold.
Now I have to admit that my summer is gone.
My Autumn, new chapter, your time has begun.
