Autumn colours of golden red, the gentle breeze assists the shed of worn out leaves from tired bark. Line the walk ways of streets and parks.
A promise of spring time in tiny buds peeking through their fury case.
Spiders scurry to make their webs that shimmer, like natures lace.
Seasons come and seasons go one thing remains and this I know That with every end there is a start ,I love you with all my heart.