The Color of Autumn

The air is cold ;so is my heart the world starts to die just as I. In somberness I see the beauty of it all. the reds,oranges,browns and golds give us hope that the coming winter will help the earth regenerate, As an artist paints the wonder of the coming fall, as his eyes do see the wilderness change, so to do I. My death is my fall, my rebirth will be my winter. I hold such splendor tight to my love and close to my heart. For in truth lives life and in death lives the light. My autumn shall become what my eyes behold. an interwoven pattern of the world, a world unknown. these beatious mountains of res,oranges,browns, and golds. Now what do your eyes see in this empty land surrounded by sea.