The rhapsody of the fall, all night long,
reminds of an unknown folk tune and
the hissing of the wind, swaying of the
trees, colored the commotion.

The moon who was smiling at the stars
went away with his friends and the sky
became a black blanket over earth like
a carpet of gloom and woes.

The rain roared like a monster and
the trees trembled and bushes shivered.

The bird, without a name, was humming
an old song for the moon, before the rain,
flew away leaving her nest in the branch alone,
to grieve the loss of its friend.

The mild breeze who was roaming around
caressing the leaves quietly vanished
into the stillness of the night.

A lonely tree stood in the dark,
meditating in silence, praying for
the cacophony to end, looking up
in the sky, water dripping over it like tears.

November rain, came without any caution
like a predator jumping upon its prey…