I like to look out of the window

 
I like to look out of the window,
contemplating the dance of the leaves,
while the sun, in its setting,
tinges the sky gold and red.
Thinking of nothing, just feeling,
the calm that envelops the sunset,
time stops, I let myself go,
in the peace of this instant, I want to stay.
To walk to meet the dawn,
while the night says goodbye on your skin,
I breathe deep the fresh and faithful air,
and in its fragrance, I find my being.
The scent of the golden fields,
flowers of a departing autumn,
a cycle that returns, like embraces,
the echo of time in its gentle gait.