Leaves falling, twirling, spinning,
Gliding softly to the ground,
The trees, bare and silent,
They are giants in a wasteland,
The sun is lower now,
The air is cool and crisp,
Long days are over,
Long nights will begin,
The leaves stopped falling,
Twirling, spinning to the ground,
The color disappeared,
They crunch under my feet,
And the world was colder.