It was the midst of autumn

I sat on a bench

Under the shade of a large maple tree

I saw a pair of warblers

Perching on one of Maple's branches

Singing to each other melodiously

Then my gaze shifted to a perfect couple 

Dancing as if there was no tomorrow

And on the other end of the Maple

There was an old man feeding birds

Grinning like a Cheshire cat

And I thought to myself 

What a lonely world it is