I see your leaves on the ground
I feel the chilly wind upon my back
The birds sing their songs
As if they don't know the destruction of this town

A time or two ago the streets were busy
The people were happy, life was good, until the seal started to crack
No one can recall where the old courthouse cam from
But they sure knew the seal that stood on the floor

The seal broke mid of Autumn, when the festival was to start
The town panicked at first and then carried on
For the rumors couldn't be true, surly no man would lose his heart
So the festival began and soon enough that one man was not having fun

His wife died, she began to choke in the middle of a stroke
He tried his best to save her but he was too late
Since that day the town had been in disarray
Many moved on and others sought for a clean slate

I decided to stay so I could be close to her grave
I don't come very often, only to relive my failure every start of Autumn

To Autumn:

I see your leaves on the ground
And feel your chilly winds upon my back.