Changes

As the trees are turning green to gold,

I feel the weather growing cold,

Gloomy mornings and chilly evenings,

I need the warmth of your eyes in these days,

To fuel the fire which is about to fade,

Take me to a place where the sun still shines,

With birds and flowers reminding of spring time,

With the day as warm as your hug,

And night as beautiful as you,

Without you my fire is slowly fading away,

As the trees are turning green to gold,

I feel the weather growing cold.

Karan S.