Life drifts by slower on a chilling autumn's breeze.
A willows crying, trees are dying, the sky is set like stone.
There's a haunting whisper in the air, a muffled breathing everywhere,
Clouds begin to hum their simple songs.
Leaves are falling like a joyful marionette, the wind its frightful puppeteer.
Crimson tree tops silhouetted along the coast of Earth's shore, dancing calmly, effortlessly.
The horizon, juggling fabulous flames, a mere jester to the world's unending marvel.
The frigid air, silky on my skin, whispers secret wonders of the world, laughing like a child.
The leaves when they fall, they float more beautifully on the path less traveled by, and land more softly.
And life drifts by slower on a chilling autumn's breeze.