October wind blew the horn
Wind charms dancing in its tune
Prepares the fall to adorn
Whistling the same old tune
Among the rambles
Looking for something
Beyond the shackles
Waiting for nothing
Trees shedding their leaves
Ready to relinquish
In sheaves
But impossible to extinguish
Throughout the decades
In the dreary Autumn
They stand like barricades
In ad-infinitum!