Autumn Remembers:
The crunchy leaves below my feet crinkle up and let off a gritty noise as I realize autumn remembers when the leaves were alive and thriving, when the trees were full to the brim with life, when the birds sang in the warm morning and when the sky was bright blue. But Autumn does not give a fuck what life there used to be. Autumn leaves everything destroyed in its path and breathes death upon the once lively and colorful land. Autumn turns the sky grey and the leaves orange but at least the grass is now green I guess and the smell of fresh rain is better than the smokey hazy smell of summer.