The leaves are falling,
the sun is shining;
it was a crisp cold
autumn morning.
The trees are beautiful,
all of them are different.
Red, yellow, orange
it can't be more prettier, right?
Nostalgia encompasses me,
I miss walking in the park,
I miss the gloomy weather,
I miss the cold sun.
I miss the feeling I get.
Oh, that magical feeling.
"Home is where your heart is."
they said.
It's true, I can tell you that.
Come walk with me,
we'll keep each other company.
We'll talk about our difficulties,
about our hard days...lives.

A messy poem. Hope you like it.