The air that holds the scent Of marshes that are aged Blows past a withered woman To release her of her cage A sweet and fading syrup That taunts the wanting tongue And goews to warmth within the core To have its life be done The noise of crunching grounds No songs within the sky Listen to your voice hum To a tree that has turned dry A dimming sun above Every creature's eyes look To see a ray of color That gravity had took A fur that's warm and soft That's held within your hand You've witnessed the effects Of Fall throughout the land