Falling leaves,

The end of  summer.


Nippy winds,

Chilly yet refreshing to the face.


Outside with a bicycle,

and a lonely road.


Riding the wind,

while it paints my cheek red.


Falling leaves,

they lie on the road.


While I leave, they stay

colouring the ground.


When I’ll come back, they’ll be gone.

All things return home someday.