Falling raindrops on the green grass,
in September,
on a lazy relaxing Sunday,
where the weather and the wind are calm.
The sun is behind the white clouds,
the warmth is missing in the light,
the cars racing in the wet roads,
the houses and the parked vehicles stood frozen.
Two squirrels running over the lawn,
to climb the trunks of the chestnut tree,
leaving the traces of time, and stopped,
to praise the warmth of the solitude.