As the Year goes on nature’s seasons change
Day to day nature will never remain
From season to season there is a range
Nature’s path can not be thought by the brain

The sun is shining bright throughout the day
Suddenly a breeze comes over the town
As clouds come in the trees begin to sway
The sky fades to black as the rain pours down

In autumn the leaves drop down to the ground
They change from yellow to orange to red
When they hit the floor there isn’t a sound
The trees are now in a long state of dread

A place that was once hot has become cool
And a place of color now a dull ghoul