Moo Thay Lay Htoo

I sit upon this wooden bench, so still

The Autumn air is crisp and chill.

The Leaves drift down in hues of flames,

A fleeting dance, no two the same.

My Light shines every morning all year round

My Light lets kids play on the playground

Although it's gone at night it is always there 

The leaves have fallen. 

They are changing. 

It's almost that time of year again. 

Over there, a little boy  

sits alone,