Clumsy is the autumn
Often the colours change
As the trees shake and bend to sheds it leaves
And the cool earth accepts their warmth
Her beauty misunderstood
Never by the impression it gives

The earth reclaims it's fruit
Summer has ended with a glance
It stood on proud solid ground
Now the soil is moist with the tears of the morning dew
They are never lovers hand in hand
Just the order of the seasons

Dreams are technicolor not faded
Despair must be the same
Often the distractions have no meaning
The wind is unforgiving
There are hints of warmth in its voice
Saying this is my swan song for the days that have gone

Mother natures fruit falls from its heaven
To offer decay to its rebirth
Progression to the days of frost
Will be a blink in a wind tested eye
You have to build the wall to see the light when cracks appear