Deep breaths the time is coming,
One magical time of the year,
We hear children skipping and humming,
Leaves ruffling through the air,
If fall does not come, then the leaves will not fall,
If the breeze is not perfect, then the leaves will not be blown,
People dance and dance at the fall ball,
Moving and moving dancing and fleeing as the wind is a blowing just as the leaves are flown,
It’s neither spring nor summer but have beauty such as grace,
If it’s not orange nor yellow or red, then the time is not near for the autumn bed,
You’d better start running getting ready for the season and take off at a very fast pace,
All of the little birds fled,
The time of pearling of the coronets of golden corn,
Let’s do this again for fall is re-born