Cicadas sing more sweetly: singing out, day and night
Autumn releases her melodies that always give delight
The days are so much shorter and the night is awful long
Yet my heart will sing out softly its own poetic song
The grass is slowly dying ..the geese are flying away
The earth is slowly preparing for the cold and wintry day
Everything everywhere's quieting beneath the changing time
Ah..how much .. I liked to escape it: the news,the hate, the crime..
So my soul will go away ..running, from all the things around
And immerse itself inside them..the silences that I've found
Listening to the gentle murmurings of Godness deep within
I will see the world around me as God colors it with His spin.