Summer To Fall

Life is great for a few short months leaves shade us from the sultry heat but at the end of Summer's season they get crushed beneath our feet. But time takes its inescapable toll leaves wither once they take the fall overlooked and simply swept away because they must answer Autumn's call Cruel North winds age them quickly Golden leaves become fringed in rust wrinkled and brittle, tumbling to the ground they lay crushed beneath the earth as dust They're ever granted a burial plot just raked into pyres, and burned in heaps problems for the weekend gardener and for their sad death, no one weeps