I am looking down at multicolored trees –
The Autumn-artist’s amazing late show,
But soon the winter is going to sneeze
And cover everything with the white snow.
Under the trees I see the short cut grass,
It will grow up again the next spring,
And sunny bunny will jump from glass to glass
And naked world will dress itself in green.
In cold skies is just a wind and no singing birds,
The sun shines, but can’t turn the world to bloom,
And it’s very hard to find right thoughts and words,
When I look through the window in my friend’s Hospice room.
I feel guilty for two of us will apart
And I am still enjoying the autumn’s art.