Autums' Spring

Autums' spring,

What have you brought?

But, a colorful wind,

Outside this hot.

The leaves do fall.

While the flowers crawl.

Be you merry.

Be you timid.

Bring the longing rain.

This land,

Is in so much pain.

Autums' spring,

What will you bring?

Before the larks,

Begin to sing?