This is the season of writers,
I can see self-driven fighters!
O! My mellow heart listen to thou callings,
Relish about those incredible longings,
All of our emotions are vibrant,
Let the reasons be different!
Times are also passing like a sprinter,
Autumn is about to welcome the winter,
Though I can reminisce about yellow flowers,
Now those flowers turned golden and brown,
I'm also keen to wear that glorious gown!
It's looking gorgeous with a pale yellow hem,
It has got the multicolored river green gem,
I'm feeling more free and profound,
My heart promenades with miraculous sound.