Fall (Autumn)

This is the third in a series of four poems about the four seasons.

Autumn is only a practice for nature

A final chance to prepare for the Winter Yet to Come

Man and nature alike must gather supplies to survive 

Nature must sacrifice some to gain some later

The trees lose their friends 

But their friends had changed their colors 

They weren't who they were anymore

A small population of plants start to fade away

The cold rises as Winter creeps upon us

The Prophesy of Spring is told

That nature shall gain back it's lost brothers 

The animals hide their selves from a cold fate

Some fly away as it approaches

Others must stay to protect their homes

And as Autumn closes it's eyes once more

Man and nature peep to see a White Demon approaching

At the final moment

Autumn closes it's eyes fully shut

And the White Demon is unleashed upon the land    

Author's Note

Make sure to read my last poem in this series! Winter.