In the breeze of fall, the leaves blow away,
And sometimes follows with my humanity.
A gentle coming, a sweet melody,
A time where there's space for everything.
The seasons, the worlds mood; starts to change,
And we do too, it's very strange.
Throw a dusty window, lies the fate,
It's fading away at a deathly rate.
So keep your memories and save them well,
For they might bear a story to tell.