Fall (An original poem)

Silenty changing your colours,
the dark that's calling at the door,
get rid of the ones are dying,
all there is left is your core

Changing the depts of your surface,
firmly tear you apart,
for those falling leaves together,
create a piece of art

Strongly captured by your wind,
for no place is there to hide,
drowning in the rainy clouds,
resolved by candlelight

Slowly winter will pass you,
as you did with summertime,
a bag full of memories captured,
leaving your footprints behind