The trees groan in a knowing sound as the winds of the Earth wrap around them steadily 

The trees groan in a knowing sound as the winds of the Earth wrap around them slowly 

Their leaves feel the ripple of change in the season and begin to bloom thousands of colors 

Their leaves feel the rippe of change in the season and start to decay in numbers

The colors consume the leaves, leaving in its wake stunning red, yellow, orange, and brown

The coldsnap consumes the leaves, leaving nothing but ghosts of what was once leaves

These colors show the birth of a new season, where the scent of apples finds the air 

These leaves birth a new season, as the sky rains frozen tears, the smell of ginger fills the air

A season where pumpkins litter the ground in masses, collecting together in patches 

A season when men made out of snow litter the ground in front of cozy little homes

A season, where the trees groan knowing sounds as the winds wrap around them steadily 

A season where the trees grown knowing sounds as the winds wrap around them slowly