In the air
that Sun is warming
The leaves
falling from autumn trees, dancing until the ground will hold them
The brown
in the forest,
A landscape
that trees done by baking each leaf
Sleepy
feeling it’s its turn now
Tired could
define the atmosphere
Hoping
rest, hoping for new
Lethargy
calls, energy just goes away.
This is the
time, this is the way
Flower look, trough the sense
Feel is in
your body,
Hard, that
can be named feeling
It is
writing inner, sole
With blood
letters, by the heart
Dictated
straight from the soul
Whispered
in a such way
The source
must be just one
That gives,
offers, share
And lives
for the others,
The love.
Singer of
the song
