Another autumn comes and almost gone.
With rain today foliage will disappear.
By work my energy has overdrawn.
Shall I go catch the season while it's here?
Debated with laziness won heart of art.
Regret shall I without some proof of life.
Equipped with tripod and phone I depart.
With skills and spirit in Reels I'd get rife.
Along the water waited the golden leaves.
On path the harvest colors paved the way.
Best moment greatest season they achieve,
Not knowing their fate after rain today.
Best colors shiver under thunderstorms.
Eternal grace lives only in art forms.
