In the soul of autumn

Not all is what it seems

The wind becomes whispers

Reality morphs into dreams

Leaves reveal their true colors

Oh, what a sight to see!

If for but a moment

Until the trees set them free

Free to float with the whispers

To another time, another place

A place where legends were born

And gourds were carved with a face

In the soul of autumn

Today, tradition lives on

If for but a season

Before, again, it is gone