Silky sand under my feet
The brisk breeze howling around my head
The sun rays whispering around me.
Nature prepares to welcome winter
The leaves blowing like a strange talk
The birds chirping in the bushes
The squirrels busy with winter storing.
Seeing all these, sun began mourning
Knowing well can’t shine till next spring
I felt a bitter chillness on my cheeks
Resembling a very sweet winter.