A gentle-cool breeze
welcomes this new day
as I enter the new world

Small, orange creatures,
with carved emotions
fill the once-empty streets

I stand there, listening
it was that sweet angelic-sound,
that came from the trees

The trees' leaves
have been falling
and filling the open road

God's wind escaped
and flew
through the open fog

The simple touch of it
sent shivers down my spine
a good feeling, it was

The smell of the season,
filled my nose
this was Mother Nature's incense

the chill-yet-bitter taste
of the warm colours
and cool air
fell onto my tongue

Nothing could describe
the sensation of this new world
it was a gift, to me