It’s the time when the green, turns
Into beautiful colours, fall
From magnificent trees, burns
Into sweet yellow-orange hall
It’s the time when the dream, turns
Into blissful multicolours, haul
From transformed breeze, runs
To greet mellow-merry call
It’s the time when the smell, turns
Into nostalgic emotions, crawl
From deepest creese, churns
Onto sweet saffron-cherry ball
It’s the time when the spell, terms
Into purposeful blessings, stall
From barren seas, yearns
To embrace graceful-fairy wall
