Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves of red and gold,
Brown , yellow and auburn bold,
Colors the dusty street nearby of grey,
Where a lonely dog passes by astray.

Patches of brown and black on green,
Rugged clothes and newspapers are seen,
Walk the old grandmother on the street,
Dragging across with her dusty old feet,

The sun extends its scorching rays,
To burn my skin i hope not; I pray,
Engulf in a burning wind of ashes,
Covering the place once known as marshes

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves,
A change in season it deceives,
When thou leaves are gonna fall?
So i know when winter is to call.

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves,
Gladness it thrive and thieves,
Season of change is what I'm waiting,
Not for dry land that are scorching.

Autumn leaves, autumn leaves,
Rain i hope, in rain i believe,
To shed the leaves once known as green,
Alas with this season of mean!

Colors so fondly adored and missed,
Sadly autumn is not to be blissed,
Autumn leaves which was once thought,
Was bushes of fire that could not be stopped.

I wrote this poem according to the scenario around Desa Senadin in Miri. Bush fires which can't be stopped at the moment are emitting smoke and ashes in the air. It seriously making many people sick. Do pray for us!