Brown

Leaves are leaving
Oh, poor trees
Colors darken, green life flees
Autumn is achieving

Birds do reach for warm
And friendly land
I won´t fly away
Thus I just can´t

Rain and thunder
Do depress me
Eyes are getting weak and tired
I like it, do not want to see

Closing osculi
Falling into peaceful dreams
Watching rough but beauty sea
I Won´t open, oh, my eyes again
In real life: Nothing´s like it seems