The Summer is here...or was, once. I remember it, beautiful and green. The lush hues unbroken shining in the golden sun. green stretching for miles, and i loved it.
But soon the fields began to change. The sun burns too much. moisture evaporating, air becoming dry. And the green was slowly dying, on the lips of Summer's mouth, and just hot breath was left and even that was dissappearing.
The Fall was coming, waiting. For Summer to leave. Gently helping by dousing the trees with kerosene and it dropped the match, while i was pleading, begging for Summer to stay.
But the fire had started, the leaves began combusting and i could do nothing but let the world be set ablaze. The green melted into golds and oranges. Reds and browns.
And i was left with falling leaves and a promise that Summer would come again.