Through the woods, the trees aflame

Stained with the colors of the fall.

Metamorphosis from peaceful, green.

To the blizzard of the leaves;

Bright distorted shapes fall before my eyes;

Twisting what I see.

And the days pass, on and on;

Leaving the once vivid autumn,

A simple dull fawn.

All from the Earth, to the Earth;

Brilliant, shades of decay.

What was the vivid autumn

Now all it is, is gray.