Autumn
High but not so strong was the morning sun
A later rise and earlier set, has all of nature adjusting their clocks
Dew glistens on the knife like blades of grass
Birds chirp to the beat of the concrete jungle, oblivious to the depravity of space
A sigh of relief breathed from the overture of heat
Trees begin to shed their green garments opting for a rather rusty look with hues of browns, yellows and reds
A crisp Autumnal breeze hits my face
The smell of a new beginning, the smell of Autumn
3 little butterfly’s
3 little butterfly's
As white as snow
flying past my window
Again and again
Turning circles up and down
holding all the joy in the world
going again and again
following winds course out of sight
following the rhythm
and enjoying their life
Enchanting my eyes
just like a dream
You came past my life
Bringing joy to my sight
3 little butterfly's came into my life