Dear Autumn,
I know this has been done before but i feel it necessary , Many admire you , many love you , for i do not know why , although i wish i do. You seem to hold the hope of spring while still harnessing the darkness of winter even though your leaves hold the fire and your night holds the sparks.
Your warm mornings and your evening chills challenges us , Looks us in the eye and warns us for what winter has in store for us.It's the season for the little remaining hope , showing us the last colour we'll see for months, and letting them blow in the breeze like confetti in the air.
Your a pain for the lonely the ones who have nothing , those who helped others and are now left behind , who still try to survive when they have no one there , starved of the person they once were, sriving for the confidence of which they used to be.
I beg of you autum please be kind.
