The Death of Fall

The flowers whimpered as the cold moved in The trees would soon be bare The happiness of fall began to thin Death could be felt in the air The sky soon became very dark As did my brother’s life It felt so cold and stark For he had just lost his wife The grass became short and brown Many can hear it cry The trees almost seemed to frown Everything just wanted to die My brother began to bawl For his wife had to disappear The snow will soon start to fall Hopefully spring will soon be here