A Tree In Autumn

Who cares for the flowers' gone grandeur? Who reads the story of the falling leaves? What to steal from one heading to a winter, In autumn you invite the beautiful thieves! Love not supplemented by something to steal Is just like a booked shot rarely played The thieves will come back during snow fall May not the winter this year too delayed! Beatify me O Nature! This year once again, Cover my nude branches by soft white silk, Skin though hard fit yet for the osmosis, From snow I can suck O Mother, some milk! I'm sure your snow will inject new dreams Green leaves and colorful flowers springs Withstanding winds, calling back thieves The lost naughtiness by waiving the wings I'm sure colors and aroma of flowers, Will bring back the gone butterflies, Birds will come and their sweet songs, Will pull down the clouds from skies!