Trees of autumn

Look, how tree seems to wither
In a cold, windy day
And how the leaves seemed to fall
Like confetti at a wedding
The trees seems to age
Like people in these noisy world
And as I look at the window,
Wondering, as time pass by, I ask;
Are they dead, with no hope of returning?
Are they asleep, waiting for spring to wake them up?
Are they awake, cold and alone with winter?
Who knows what autumn's plan was for it.