The autumn wind blows and in everything it shows.
The leaves on the trees fall in the breeze as if they were dancing.
This dance puts me in a trance that lures me to dance.
The storm that stems from the autumn wind that spins and turns in the autumn moonlight.
A raven stirs from it's roost into the starry sky.
Oh how I wish I could fly to see the autumn day in a birds way, to see the trees sway in the breeze would put me at ease to fly amongst the autumn breeze.