Thoughts

Gazing upon the dreary afternoon, a chill runs down my spine.
The feeling of death unveils itself.
Not a sad death, but a life after death feel.
As the cold, rain drops spiral down, prancing upon the puddles;
crunchy, coloful, lifeless leaves fall to their demise-
The feeling of death, but also of new life; for winter soon approaches.
The air chills, chick-a-dees change their spell binding songs, and mankind prepares for a warmer living as seasons change.
But fear not,
for this scene will make a reprise-
Next year, same time, same place.