As autumn passes by, the cold fills the air.
On the first cold winter day, the snow falls to the ground.
Dirt, leaves, and grass cannot be found.
Peace is all around, this feeling is very rare.

I have never been this aware,
Of the random people walking around,
During one winter morning, when there was no sound.
Silence filled the air, only the crisp smell of winter air.

Winter flies by; spring awakens.
Flowers bloom, and the sun rises.
Zephyrus is re-born and brings gentle wind.

The cold is gone now and a new phase of life begins.
Rainy days, hot air, and packs of pigeons,
This is what i see now, the future begins.