A Beautiful Autumn Death

The bright turning colors of the autumn winds bring pleasure to the eye.

You see the beautiful transition of colors in the leaves and watch as they fall.

Half of yourself will see the beauty in this transition,

But the other half will see the deaths of the trees as they drop their fruits,

And die a colorful death just to be reborn with the verdant colors of the spring.

Looking at these trees die, you feel helpless,

As if you are in a dying world and you too are withering away.

The brisk howl of the wind enhances this feeling,

Leaving a spine tingling sensation in your back,

And an impression that you are dying from the inside out.

The sun sets sooner in the day,

Leaving you alone surrounded by the darkness.

The optimistic side in you sits there,

Enjoying the sounds of the darkness.

You may hear silence,

Or you may hear the sounds of nature

And the crickets in the grass or the rustle of the tree leaves.

Even though you cannot see the beauty,

You can still observe it with your other senses.

Finally the darkness encapsulates you in its trance

And you can not help but succumb to it and sleep.

You awake but to the light of the sun rising high and mighty in the sky.

Light shines on everything in sight eradicating the darkness,

And once again the beautiful colors of the world return.

There are no more brown and gray leaves littering the floor,

But instead there are signs of life in the green trees.

The death you once felt inside you,

Is gone and you feel rejuvenated and alive.