I look out my window smothered in frost,
searching the beautiful view before me.
I jump out the door,
and into the cool air.
The leaves fall everywhere,
all yellow, orange, and brown.
They crunch under my step,
the sound crisp and caring.
The fall wind,
bites my cheks softly.
The breeze sings sweet melodies
into my ears.
The forest floor carpeted,
with leaves.
A sweet scent fills the
sweepig wind.
And this is when i wish,
that Fal was Forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem