The sky is blue, the grass is almost green.
I swear it’s true ! It’s not a scheme.
The birds are twittering, winter is near.
Did you listen wisely before you jeer?
Ah! The leaves are caressing the dirt.
The sky is making love with the earth,
While the sun tangles into the weeds
And the crops report their ripe seeds.
The quiet kills every ear in the scenery.
The peace is now your fearless enemy.
We see it brown, we see it dark green
And to be honest neither has some sex-appeal.
Look! A misplaced plane in the big blue.
Is it there for me or is it there for you?
I guess it is just trying to make its way
And take advantage of this toasty day.
Autumn is here and you better be aware
Of the fact that time passes and you should dare
To step outside and smell the cuddly air
Because for this year it’s its last outwear.