Seasons Truth
October, the fall of the living
Disease feeds the trees
Summer burned out leaves falling dead colours
Now left macabre and acrimonious
The whispy chilled winds, and rusty dead leafs chatter.
For many a depressing and melancholy matter
Everything dying withering to nothing, non conforming
Dead dull lifeless and grey the true reality
Times a change seasons bring truth.
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