Leaves are descending into the buried forest floor while whirling in the air’s current like the ocean. Every dawn, the sky is painted anywhere from orange to purple and the face of the earth is cold to the touch because of a blanket of frost.
At night, the stars look down like eyes from heaven. These same trees from summer are no longer the same shade. While the leaves change color, they are torn from their mother’s loving limbs. Her skin fades into a pale color. The wind sings her morning song like a bird.
Gently falling like a feather, the song lays the leaves down while the mother watches from above. The leaves fade away from the trees and the few that are left produce no shade.
The autumn leaves eventually come to an end and the rivers then seize movement as humankind says goodbye to fall and welcome winter with its delicate flakes of snow.
The animals wake up to find that winter is here as they put on their winter coats.
