Shades of golden tree

Letting me down the shades,

Getting the last of fallen leaves, golden of heads One golden towards my head I know it’s my last of fade.

Flying stars were were fallen yet If I am getting my shade.

Accelerate the thought of lake,

That’s make the coffie of wake.

, Drops of Rain were glanze,

Drops of Yellowish grey were laze,

Single spirit of essences shading Maze,

Into the sky of Reds.

Letting me into my last Beds.