Walking down the sandy beach
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.
