Autumn

"Time flying by,

We all gonna die".

Says a little birch leaf

Expressing his grief.

Trees are getting brown

And losing their crown.

All signs showing

Winter is comming.

But the spring will arrive,

The sprouts will arise,

All will be new and green

Like noone has ever seen.

Hence we never must forget,

The constant threat:

Beauty fades,

That is why it is beautiful.