Nightfall

Fall where the streets stay dreary,

And the clouds become weary,

While the sun plays peek-a-boo with the moon.

Meanwhile, the leaves will be falling soon.

Splitting ways, from the trees to whom,

They’ve spent an entire summer along their side.

The fume of summer, fading day by day, trying to hide

The flavor of maple, lingering around my nose,

Making me feel calm.

As the rainfall glistens against my palms,

Leaving a bitter sensation around me,

With tall lime trees surrounding me.

And with the dim shadows reaching behind me.

While I wander in the streets,

I hear the crackling tones of leaves repeat.

And with their last breath, the flowers decease,

Saying their final farewell.