The Memories of Oblivion

When you wish to bath in gold

Just walk amidst the gardens bold

See the leaves have bathed in shine,

and thus have danced to songs of wine.

Let loose and wander in autumn dawn.

Don't heed to slumber and to yawns

Just feel the bliss of falling leaves

Then close thy eyes and raise thy sleeves.

For autumn's here with a whispering breeze.

Lets talk to winds and heed to trees.

That say they have the gold in them

Which shall be sold to Autumn winds!