Popcorn111

A falling cloak of golden wishes, Painting the surroundings in a rainbow of colours. The dance of the trees in the chilled wind, This marvelous forest clinging to the Fall. What mystery is held behind the leaves of change, Nobody shall ever know. A child dancing through the woods, Hair flicking in the ever-changing winds A red ribbon twirling in their hands Complete serenity, unknowing of the cold to come The birds, they know, They can sense it in the air. The night comes fast, And the sun comes slow The twigs are hard to find in this blanket. Will we survive the frozen season? After Fall, Comes Winter, Comes Spring, But the land of th