Ode To My Forthcoming Winter Pt. 3 Autumn

The dying leaves soundlessly fall

The withering trees whisper of winter dreams

Thus... she shamelessly unveils herself

The silence is forever broken

Behold her blanket of darkness

Enshrouding the solemn tranquility

She becomes the earth with her kisses

The winds play their autumnal melodies

Her children sing the song of her coming

Dark formations gather in her mirth

To storm the gates of earthly bliss