When my evening turns to  cold
So deep , dark and bold 
When wind speaks to me
A sense of terror I feel

No more bright and blue sky
Covered in white, so high and dry 
All I could see a timorous night
Asking for a beam of light 

Here comes the summer of life
Light is glowing and ready to thrive 
All my agony and anguish no more
Warmth -of -heat seals my soul

What I had once now passed away
 The old terror and dreadful days 
Autumn is ready to lose its verdant arms 
Revealing existence with its falling  charm