My September

It’s the beginning of September

When the sun shine brighter than usual,

The wind blows hot and stinging,

The leaves and grass are turning brown

Makes everything look barren
And the rain is still hiding behind the clouds

People say it’s the month of happiness

I can see the festivity surrounds me

Smiles and laughters are filling the house

But, my heart is moulted

As the leaves falling down from the trees.

Oh..Nobody knows and sees the tears inside.