Seasons pass by beyond our grasp
As do the life cycle of a wasp
When crops harvested by Dagon
Like the songs of trees during autumn
Forgotten memories being held
Tears fall down being meld
Yet pain resides in the bottom
Like the songs of trees during autumn
Love falls apart like an old stem
Your once beloved now you condemn
Thus love can lose its decorum
Like the songs of trees during autumn
When greatness achieved its propriety
When living for you is insanity
But its just one way to blossom
Like the songs of trees during autumn
When being hopeless becomes a choice
When you’ve forgotten to rejoice
Be strong and remember to be awesome
Like the songs of trees during autumn
Poetry and Art Is Life 