Waking up to a chill in the air
Rain falling from the sky
Wind is blowing as the colorful leaves of autumn fall slowly from their branches of life
Colorful piles of unwanted stories gather upon the ground
Where the children will play and crumble them to pieces
The sky remains dark
The air remain cold
Only noise to be heard is tires upon the street throwing droplets of water into the air
Feeling of doubt and and uncertainty remains swirling in the air
Only to disappear from our destiny and forever be left in a pile of nothingness