Welcome Back Fall Poem by Mohammad alKurdi

One…
Two…
Three…
A fourth step will make me free.
Feeling the rain drops,
Under the arch of trees,
To be a refugee.

Everything is new.
Everything is bright.
Yellow leaves are falling through
The path, defending the light.
They’re swaying in the wind,
Dancing, when fresh air is to bend.

Such harmony they all perform:
Trees are gay, with smiles, and not to decay,
Cheering up the roads, the rain,
The falling leaves when they play,
Welcoming the new season coming back home.

Welcome back little dear fellow,
With your skin dyed in yellow.
This is your shelter, and it’s my honor
To befriend you, and be your partner.