Tear drop,
Tear drop,
Teardrop,
The sky is crying,
Tears are rolling down its cloudy, misty cheeks,
And land softly on our comforting Mother-Earth.
Autumn has arrived with its vivid colours,
The wind invites, one by one,
The leaves to waltz with him,
Spinning, spinning, spinning,
Till they land gently into my hands.
Orange, brown, yellow, green,
The brightest colours you've everyone seen,
Will soon vanish in the air,
As winter will tuck the world under its duvet of whiteness.
