Your fingertips planted trees on me. You left a forrest full of life. But with no rain there was no healthy leafs. So the forrest crumbled. And I cut the tress down for I did not wish to have a memory of you on my body. Yet, roots of the forrest remained deep beneath my skin. And I will now forever, if I wish or not, have memories of your fingerprints.
As every season holds it's own description, the feeling that fall gives is one in it's own kind. As the night comes upon us in the early days of fall a soft touch of a cool breeze to clear your mind. Here in the south a much welcome time of year. As our nights get longer, days become shorter, we know Fall is near. The green leaves of summertime almost turning over night. The morning dew glistens upon the tree tops shining ever so bright. You can hear the soft beginning of the leaves falling to the ground, You can listen close as the animals start to play, walking across fallen leaves making a crackling sound. This time of year brings so much more than the falling leafs and cool night air. The sweet aroma of cotton candy and funnel cakes coming from the Fair. Children laughing and screaming as they ride the carnival rides. Boyfriend's playing games to win their girlfriend a prize. Its getting colder As the months of fall come to an end . We say goodbye for now and prepare for Old Man Winter to begin.
Fall is a beautiful time of year with a bit of summer and a nip of winter put together is the way fall makes you feel.