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.
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