Autumn Trees

The sunset became a series of colour
Soon to vanish under the horizon only to become devoured by the vast moon night,
It casts it's shadow over the autumn trees,
Red, brown, gold painted black as the night turned day into a shadowly grave,
Autumn trees dances to the fainted breeze,
That sang the song of motion
Wolves sing there song of devotion with the fainted fainted breeze of the autumn trees.