Literature
This Too Fades
An even day with fading gray for the cold will soon come again as green wears away. Tomorrow will be less bright for fading light is this fallen way. Gold and brown a whistle heard as the Earth turns all around. Alike Spring once come yet turned around, time is mirrored just as my friend who speaks around and around. Autumn is now here for I remember how to smile, as melancholy leaves my heart today. Death is so near at hand for the green leaves burn away one piece at a time. To be replaced with yellows and crimsons, one last display of life, of our joys. Fall is not the final breath, this time is not the last years we may feel, only a fall back into life. O: Ah, my Sweet Poet, you speak again and without my call. Why I must thank you, to hear your voice again and so sweet. Fool I may be, but I could never bring you back with my cheer. Sorrow, oh, the melancholy you had to know, your pain is ours and all. I am glad, yes, yes! Glad you speak again! A: Maybe I will be better now, each
