Even the falling of the leaves,
in their beautiful state of discoloration,
will soon wither away into nothingness.
This is not to say that their inevitable end is rooted in tragedy,
but rather to make way for the new.
Their end brings with it the cold winds,
the details wisps of frost,
and soon the gentle falling of flakes,
that dance across the sky.
It does not mean that when they die they will be forgotten.
No.
They always remain in our hearts.
Fall is a special time of year,
one many get excited over,
but whose to say it's more so than any other.
Winter pierces the heart,
with it's wind and frost,
than warms it again with cocoa and lights,
a time of year for family and those you most treasure.
Autumn may end quickly,
but it always goes in a fading hue of colors,
One that will never be forgotten.