Grey; the sky, overcast and dark
Sheds a tear upon the barren ground
On silent feet the gathering mist
Creeps around the foothills of cold mountains
Deep in the forest the trees shudder and sigh
As if a voice speaking through the wind
Whispers, "I have returned"
I have longed for this day
Once again the earth descends into shadow
The weaning year relinquishes its warmth
And embraces the frigid winds
Face of autumn, colorful and fair
Has come at last
When the night swiftly moves across the land
She will soon be gone
Everything that still remains will soon disappear
The grey sky will be overcome by darkness and despair
The cold rain will give way to falling snow
Until dead of night, freezing and somber, settles in the sky
The forest, naked and silent, suspended in slumber
And her words, once soothing, are lost again
There is a new voice in the air, icy and harsh
A warning to all that its time will soon be near
Winter will return again
The endless cycle prevails
The leaves open up their wounds
To full crimson glory
And wither away to an untimely demise