Little by little the days have changed.
They are windy, but the sun is dazed.

Little by little the trees have turned yellow.
Turning your rigid heart into a marshmallow

Little by little the faces have turned pale.
Turning a night of amusement into a boring tale.

Little by little the lovers have started to clear.
But I know you are waiting for winter to heal your fear.

Little by little, the Fall is here.
A chance for all of us to fall, only to grow into something new.


© P.S