Hear the sound of children;
colliding with the evening breeze,
soft as the Autumn’s fancy music;
and the yellow sun was already disappearing;
the face of summer fading into the distance.
Still, the sound of children,
running around in circles;
catching fireflies and consuming the silence-
Their small whispering voices,
mounting to cries, so precious!
Smiles painted on their faces,
and lips pursed to sheer joy.
Oh! The innocence coming over like nostalgia;
with their laughter melting into twilight,
and the October skies dissolves into night;
Leaving remnants of wistful thoughts.
colliding with the evening breeze,
soft as the Autumn’s fancy music;
and the yellow sun was already disappearing;
the face of summer fading into the distance.
Still, the sound of children,
running around in circles;
catching fireflies and consuming the silence-
Their small whispering voices,
mounting to cries, so precious!
Smiles painted on their faces,
and lips pursed to sheer joy.
Oh! The innocence coming over like nostalgia;
with their laughter melting into twilight,
and the October skies dissolves into night;
Leaving remnants of wistful thoughts.
