mellzzer
A time for the kings to take a bow.
A time for Nature to showcase her wealth,
when the lush fornication of summer
gives way to the sweet fruits of labor.
The trees bleed red, gold and brown
and gently, ever so gently
lay their crowns onto the ground.
All wealth and treasure gleaned from barren branches.
they roll and the world rolls with them. entire civilizations have been built upon its perfect symmetry. spin and create, spin and create. bring me doom and bring me life.
sheets and sheet of rain come pouring out of the sky. every drop hits the ground, makes a splash, dissipates. where are they all going? these little, glittering orbs.