The leaves are blooming once again,
a tapestry of colors gets exposed,
Few sunrays wander through the rain,
as wind's new symphonies unfold.

Sunset's pastel, a precious piece of art
that wraps me in a peaceful state,
it soothes my old and wounded heart;
I'm dreaming of the heaven's Golden Gate...

Autumn casts its warm and special glow,
The harvest time is at the door,
The moon and stars are dancing in this show,
Through faith, I see not far away, The Shore.