Ah, the days of heat has finally passed,
The leaves, once green and lush,
Had become flushed in shades of red.
Ready to be swept away without rush.
One day as the breeze brush by,
Oh, oh my, this one has caught their eye!
The blushing maidens were charmed.
They lept for the gush to steal its heart.
They danced, letting the wind guide
Their movement without contest.
Slowly, they began falling from their glide,
They lose their grip, their interest.
The sea of red, the sea of regret, oh dear, oh my,
Despite this outcry, they still managed to beautify
Such tragedy as they lay down, content, while watching the sky.
Like a butterfly, they fly and die without a goodbye.