The rooster crows,
the darkness fades,
and the colourful sun emerges
from behind the clouds,
painting an orange atmosphere
with mashes of reds and yellows

Soon enough, the bright sun turns yellow,
heating up the blue clear atmosphere
while tiny, milky white clouds scatter
making way for the birds
as they fly united
in search of a new home

Later the winds roar louder
as the grey clouds move away
the beautiful sun slowly hides its face
while the brightness slowly turns dull
until it’s dark enough for the moon
who brings out the sparkling stars

Now the moon appears
and filters through the naked trees
covered in black blind bats
then the wild sings,
in honour of the fallen, warm summer
Overthrown by the cold-hearted Autumn