The Beauty Fades

The sky above me, beauteous and blue The trees around, cheerful with tops of green The rays of sol, a joyous yellow hue With awe, I gaze at this fantastic scene Although, no beauty can last endlessly The bright colors dim into somber shades Stiff brown leaves wither off decaying trees And now, in the dark, the pulchritude fades The sky above clouds into a grim grey The trees bare their wicked branches like fiends The rays of sol, no longer warm and gay With terror, I gaze at this dreadful scene It is time to rest, I shall be set free The beauty is back, may it forever be.