Autumn now approaches with it's grayish skies,
The leaf that onces flourished slowly dies.
In it's place there is only an empty saddening place,
Pain and sorrow slowy begin to appear on the tree's face.
Autumn now shows it's cold and chilling personality,
Taking life without regret, without remorse, bringing mortality.
The air announces it's coming with a chilling change,
Bringing with it a slight chill and a new age.
The many beauties that once glowed with life will soon perish,
Leaving us without any beauty or aroma to cherish.
Autumn will take what has just been born,
Leaving behind naked stems which beauty once adorned.