October

it is October, October
with all the various colours
of nature
grass being still green, so green

orange, burgundy and yellow
playing in trees like in masterpiece
of wellknown ancient artists
       is it then God, is it really God
       who is the panter

the colours live in the dying leaves
but still giving beauty, radiance
energy and power
for us to memorize
and being able to survive
the rainy days yet to come
the dark days yet to come

hmmm hmmm hmmm

but then, after one mighty and stormy wind 
the life of the leaves of the trees is over
floating onto the ground
in order to give life to the growth in the spring
to new beginnings, new beauty

and the trees, they stand pure and naked
with no shelter from the biting winds
their birches and trunks bending down
as giving honour to the power of the nature
ahead of the winter season
awaiting and accepting
the heavy burden of the snow

wait wait wait for the wonder

sooner than you realize
the days will be long and bright again 
and the mind gets a new and free era
as the birches of the trees are reborn
to new shades of green, never seen before
moving gently in the breezes of the spring
freed from the endless nights of the winter

and the human awakening like the trees do
maybe a bit deeper, a bit humbler in thinking
than a year before

it is called growth, yes it is, yes it is
we do, we do,
as the trees do
but the trees, they grow
so much much longer 
than we humans ever can

so much longer
than we humans ever are eble to
hmmmm hmmmm hmmmm