The Bird of the universe passes
beating of her outstretched wings,
whistling, cautioning the coming of the autumn.
Trees wanting rest,
the pantries, cuisines are closed.
All of nature furrows its face.
Humbled, the branches bend in prayer,
blessing of wind receiving.
The leaf changes its color,
throws itself from the trees parachuting,
falls to the ground crying:
"I'm nothing anymore!"
As the wind chases her, I exclaim:
"Crazy leaf, where do will you go?"
And leaf rotates, gracefully rolls
in a dance of the sunset,
preparing for a meeting with the god of the Earth.
And how can not to love the soul of autumn?