Dancing leaves on a pebbled path,

The cooling breeze on a dry day,

Morning drew on the fresh cut grass,

The sun enticing the darling buds of May.

Leaves finally leave their nest,

The wind is becoming impatient and pushy,

Day backs away, inviting the night in quicker,

The heaven begins to release it’s fury.

Bitter hands clasp the world,

The sun in-prisoned beyond our reach,

Death vultures the sky keeping an eye,

Enjoying the hell he is able to unleash.

Finally, the freeze bows out,

The air is thick, cold but keen,

Nature braves a look around,

The world is once more serene.