Fall

Leaves are falling as if it was its last, but truthfully, its the beginning for a new sprout. The twigs are talking to say it is time, but fairly, time is only just a simple human theory. The whirling wind whispers the name of Death, but actually, those are just the sound of happy rustling leaves finally being brought away. Fall; the wonderful season for Halloween the most wonderful thing to be found here on earth. Trick-or-treating gives a black toothing, but the smiles never fades away. How I'm happy that fall is reaching, in rememberence of the ones that had lived.