It’s the best time of the year, they say.
Far different from the tropics where I used to play
And it is just a matter of time before I will finally
Realize the beauty that will unfold before my eyes.
They say that it is the time of year that I will remember forever
Where the birds will fly carefree in the azure sky
And warm my heart with their haunting lullabies.
They say that summer is good but fall is better
The weather’s fine and the colors are amazing
And my life will be a-ok and I will be happy
Deep in my mind,
I almost believed them
Had it not been for one lingering question-
Why does my heart feel blue
In Autumn
When the leaves are turning bright red, orange and yellow?
