Autumn is the season of capture and release. It rebels in its authenticity, it silences the summer breeze.
Autumn is naive as the leaves falling on the paved ground, it leaves an imprint in the shadows, trembling to make a sound..
A kiss of the equinox shows it's arrival once and for all, Autumn has come, also known as fall. The season where the bugs die off, and the dove sings so soft..
I rebel in its nature, Autumn is wild and free, the earth and the wind communicates gracefully with the trees..
let Autumn arise like the stillness of the night, Autumn is a time where you can develop second sight..
It's season is pure, and it's time is now, Let Autumn welcome us like a kiss, as the orange leaves fall to the ground.