Its so freaking cold in these autumn nights,
Way to cool for petal pushers and daisy dukes,
The breeze flows through skin chills,
And smokes the ash of the dry land,
Traveling through the east and western hemisphere,
Blowing down icicles from the tips of mountain ranges,
It prevails over all heat and synergy,
And so talented it is to make the water cry,
How it gives me hope so..
Why is it the wind, why isn't it something else down over here, way down low.
