Autumn

In pre-winter's grip, the world quivers,

As awful weather conditions sets to convey,

An ensemble of turmoil overhead,

As nature sobs, and trees, they murmur.

The downpour slides in deluges savage,

A downpour from the sky, a stream's penetrate,

The ground, it shakes, splashed and soaked,

As fall's rage can't be neglected.

The breeze, a banshee's howl it appears,

Murmurs mysteries in the perishing radiates,

Of daylight battling through the agony,

In this time of approaching destruction.

Leaves, when decorated in energetic tints,

Presently wilt, fall, and decline to entertain,

They cover roads in shades of rot,

As fall's storms have their direction.

Dim mists loom with threatening may,

Day transforms into a shadowed evening,

The sun, ancient history now,

As thunder snarls and raindrops furrow.

Umbrellas turn back to front, to no end,

As whirlwinds play a savage game,

Chilled deep down, we walk along,

Through this horrible, perpetual, harvest time melody.

Be that as it may, in the midst of the turmoil and the conflict,

There's magnificence in this storm's life,

For in the downpour, there's a purifying beauty,

An opportunity for development in this horrid spot.

The leaves, they fall, however they'll return,

In springtime's commitment, we observe,

That life continues through fall's predicament,

Also, obscurity respects morning light.

The fragrance of downpour on the hosed earth,

Stirs detects, awards resurrection,

To fatigued spirits who've endured the hardship,

In this awful pre-winter, we change.

The streams expand with recently discovered may,

As nature moves in the pale twilight,

An ensemble of life in the downpour's hug,

As harvest time winds around its tangled effortlessness.

Furthermore, however the weather conditions might be critical,

With whirlwinds seething, blazes of fire,

In pre-winter's wrath, we track down our solidarity,

To persevere and go to any length.

For even in the haziest days,

At the point when skies are hidden in serious grays,

There's an example in this horrendous climate,

That life's a dance, we move together.

So let us embrace the harvest time's strength,

Track down comfort in the blustery evening,

For in the whirlwind's furious presentation,

We find excellence in our own particular manner.

In horrible climate, we track down our spirit,

An indication of nature's everlasting job,

To show us strength and versatility valid,

Despite storms, we'll constantly reestablish.