The leaves know their circumstance-
They see it in the others crying,
Giving glances along the lines perchance
To find their reason for dying.

Given no answers, they assume instead
Doom and gloom is the only reason
But inevitably, with shaken head-
They muster to spite their final season

Dying more beautifully than they ever were living
Till the the last winds breath... they sing-

(This fall, it will be our last~
But why let our pain be known?~
Life is over, much to fast~
But why is it always shown?~
Tonight- We leaves will fight!~
We'll fend away the winter clouds~
So live your life underneath the light~
Age Spectacularly and Die Proud!~)