Waiting for the right wind to spread my wings
the cold is gaining up on me
as clouds starts to appear
The ground where I have spend my time
looks empty, looks dark and hollow
I know that I should leave by now
but the good memories are holding me
in a strong hold towards the past
The time that was.
I Always will recall
the good times we had when we arrived in Spring
and we are leaving now
running from the cold that comes with Fall
Photo taken from Unsplash made by SD pictures