When experience colours your world grey:
Hear the silence of a passing footstep,
See the love in their voices,
Smell the autumn wind in your hair.
When a fog dampens your perspective:
Touch every tree to the horizon,
Taste the passion in their movement,
Realize the loneliness of your road.
The leaf surrounding you in myriads of shades
Guides you in your mind,
Follows your eyes with sincere interest,
Or those of companions.
The threads of air covering you coldly
Carry you away to where you are,
Standing amidst an emptiness,
Where all is well, beyond reality.