Watch the leaves pare together
As summer leaves and fall enters
Like a pariah dog living in a village
Tearing apart old garden gnomes

The little nestle of a den mother
Slowly becomes a den of iniquity
The trees are all bare
All of their secrets spilled

The gallery of rusted flowers
Are slowly turning into stone
the sun and moon are fighting for the spotlight
the days they are split in half, but the moon is slowly taking the crown