It might be raining, soon

The wind blows over me The sun has disappeared It might be raining -soon- I walk under the trees The wind takes the leaves And my thoughts I move the leaves aside Leaving my traces behind But not for long Before I made a few steps Wind and leaves did hide my traces Under a blanket Of warm colors and moisty air Whilst I Move myself and the leaves New ones drop around me I am breathing the nature in Feel the wind through my hair Lovely Autumn, please stay a bit It might be raining, soon That's where it is about in life And I? I am never finished with enjoying it http://mimifonds.multiply.com/