The Note That comes Up

The note that comes up in my heart
I search diehard the song of that.
The world I dream in my mind
I long to see that all around.

The trees with golden yellow leaves are seen
standing on the road side either,
Where this road ends not anywhere,
The yellow leaves in the cascade of white light  shiver in air and pull my heart closer,
They resonate my feelings that they have many things to share,
They indeed say not a single word , they might fear
the Lest I forget them if the secret they once lay bare.

I told them about my tune and sought their help if they could tell when the song will ring up,
The tune of the song that often comes up -- often comes up.