Autumn

the living of death
the falling of a short lived beauty,
unmatched
     untamed  
          unamed.
they drop from their roots,
forming new words,
the awe inspiring colors,
inspiring the context to flow from the artist,
the young minds
forever filled with new thoughts
the beauty has fallen
to never rise again
against the wishes of the young
to the whims of the old
it'll be tomorrow tainted
but this is today's world
for the young, it is owned
they are to pick up the fallen
take their place over again
forgetting last years folds