The lazy autumn afternoon,
No one is here, I should talk to whom?

Sitting beneath the tree,
leaves and flowers falling free.

A girl walks in and sat on the grass,
flowy white shirt and floral pink top.

Oh my, those kind Eyes,
her hair flows when the wind blows and rise.

A White rabbit comes and she pets his head,
he too starts playing around like it is his own a bed.

I Look at the girl she is so pretty,
full of love innocence and inner beauty.

She keeps playing,
and the rabbit is swaying.

I look at her from far,
with the door ajar.

I want to go to her and start talking,
suddenly the rabbit starts hopping.

And she runs behind, to catch him,
jumping and then gone in a blim.

Only for her to stay and watch him go.



I stay there watching them all go, the way I have watched everything to go and never come back to me.