Changes

Changes...

The form of the flower
Lay upon my hand
For fall is here now
And the death I can't stand

The winds of coldness
Start to cover me whole
For the summer is gone now
No more taking a stroll

The tress start to change
From green and alive to brown and dead
Colors in between
But there's nothing to be said

The sun starts it's decent
And the darkness thrives
It's all but happy
Again it begins to take lives

The beauty lost to cold skies
Darkness shades as the sun hides
Blues turn to grays
And the shortness of days

Clouds hover above
As the sun they shove
The sign are not discrete
And every year they repeat

firexflys (c)
9/2008
*old one i finished today*