Autumn is a season that we never get sick of,
Watching colorful leaves fall from above,
But how can we be so happy during such a sad time?
Admiring the death of trees is what we love?
On the outside these trees look filled with joy,
But on the inside they are slowly being destroyed,
As the bitter cold air weakens their spirits,
Their leaves grow weak and fall...something we enjoy
As autumn ends the bare trees sway in peace,
Cold and dead while we lay under our warm fleece,
Paying no mind to the dead souls around us,
Trees have feelings too just wishing for the pain to decrease....
-J.S.
