Autumn.
Ash gray sky
Birds crying.
Trees lost love
to live, trying.
I am an autumn tree
losing parts of me
fading them, bleaching them
trying to stay healthy.
Some think its stunning
i change my own color
or let go of my selves
building romantic scenes
for new lovers.
So little did they know
the true story of Fall
they never care enough to listen
oh no,
not at all.
