• Autumn.
    The flowers hide.
    The trees grow a colorful coat.
    The leaves dance.
    The wind whistles a tune.
    The birds sing in harmony.
    The scent of rain sprinkles in.
    The colors change.
    Cold is welcomed.
    Close your eyes and remember the beautiful day.
    Autumn is just over the horizon.
    Let Heaven play its game.

    Autumn.
    The flowers are fearful.
    The tree burst in color.
    The leaves cut the air.
    The wind screams.
    The birds honk.
    The scent is stuffy.
    The colors are indecisive.
    The cold hurts.
    Close your eyes and remember the dead day.
    Autumn is on the horizon.
    Let Hell play its game.