Autumn leaves gently falling down
Banking in the wind, drifting to the ground
Squirrels darting to and fro, gathering nuts
Barely making any sound

It's a hurried time in the park
Where the animals come out to feed and gather
Specially late at night, in the dark
Where time and space does not matter

Verdure dissolves in the patchy soil
Winter approaches to blanket the grass
The birds fly south, a much needed toil
Because the winds are blowing and the chill amasses

A little slumber for a while
The time will come and pass
It will all make sense again
The rainbow will come out at last