autumn song

slowly, almost unnoticed, the green summer leaves start losing their natural colour. fading green, sometimes crimson, wrinkled yellow, dead brown. and then, one by one, by the strenght of the wind or the lack of will, they start to fall. one by one. slowly, endlessly. and a little bit of the tree's life dies with each falling leaf that hits the ground. until one day, when there are no more leaves to leave, and the once green tree is naked. its dead wood, soaked by the cold rain. its broken branches, bouncing with the wind. and what remains of the once wild green is now rotting in the floor.

every single day, since the end of summer, the tree dies a little. and every single year, the tree does not know if it will survive the naked winter.