Autumn

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