The Country Autumn
I am the call of the Country.
And an October Ministry.
Trees shiver when they see me.
And leaves fall with Glee.
I am beautiful in my Time.
And on the tallest tree I can climb.
I have a short time skirt.
And I love playing with filth and Dirt.
The fiercest Dust Storm I can tame.
And I have my dusty Fame.
Many many die for me.
They are millions and million trees.
I blow the laughter of a Pesky Pantaloon.
And it doesn’t end so soon.
I can mix the Typhoon in Rain.
And also Growl with winter Gail.
I just love who admire me.
And I clutch them with dust, you can’t see.
I leave before the Arrival of Mister.
Judging him as Cold Winter Minister.