I wish i were a poet

the picturesque twilit eventide of autumn
and the reddening sky in the distant horizon
the cool evening breeze swaying about with silent words
and the yellow leafs drifting along with pride
an event of solitude that holds a thousand untold love stoy

oh, i wish i were a poet of romance
so i could write of the whispering wind and her secrets
of the fair maiden who dwells far beyond the golden horizon
and her tragic untold love story witnessed only by the wind
so i could write of an event whee the past and the present meet