As summer slips away
and fall starts creeping in
I feel the smile fading
and sadness grow within.
The world is slowly dying
just to be reborn again
but I cannot help this feeling
as I’m sulking in my den.
I know the feeling will not last
and hope it disappears
like curling smoke does in the sky
vanishing with my fears.
But alas! Alack! The stain remains
and so I lie in state
my mind awash with darkened thoughts
and bemoan my coming fate.
The change in seasons changes me
despite my wish to not;
so through the foggy window, watch
the flowers dry and rot.