mocuisle

autumn stress

The sound of whistling the roar of a storm

It can bring you some happiness and also bring harm

Its strength is so varied from timid to strong

The length of the blowing can be short or long

 

I often lie awake at night

Listening to it and as I shiver in fright

The wind is definitely one of my fears

As I listen to its strength I cover my ears

 

Clinging to the blanket I shut my eyes

Under the blanket I try to hide

Into the pillow I bury my face

Its hard to escape the wind for it can be in any place

 

The wind also has beauty its not all bad

It’s a necessity for the world so I’m rather glad

It gathers the leaves and pushes them high

And lets them go before reaching the sky

 

I walk along the empty streets

As the leafs they scatter across my feet

I can feel the air its getting colder

Blowing around it whirls past my shoulder

 

Waking up its getting darker

Making getting up even harder

And as for the rain

It starts to fall again

 

All the seasons speak the truth

Nature decaying to bring back the youth

You hear the wind convinced it lies

But that’s your flaw that’s deep inside

 

Thoughts inside my twisted head

Better of not to be said

The leaves they fall just like my tears

I wonder will the leaves come back next year