There is a breeze attacking
The trees, pulling the leaves from
Safety, they crumble and fall,
Covering the ground in a perfectly
Crisp carpet that crunches
Underfoot. Green gives way to gold,
One last final golden glow before
The harsh winter sets in. The
Autumnal swirl sets life aglow
One final time, before sadly, yet
Inevitably that life must go
And death will preside.
All of that from just one of
Thousands of Autumnal swirls.