Looking out of my window,
In October's golden light.
I see a beauty unsurpassed,
I truly lovely sight.
I look outside my window,
See the leaves changing colour,
One by one trickling ground fall.
My favourite season, the one I long for.
I take a deep breath,
The crisp, cool, clean air tickles my nose.
Then November come,
With dark days of autumn rain,
As beautiful as days can be.
She loves the bare, the withered tree.