Bleach red madness bursts from the trees
Colors burn crimson and melt with the dawn
Curling in the sorrow of a cold winter breeze
Harsher reflections casting shadows on the lawn

Changes in men with time changing faces
Transforming winds with quick transitions
The cold rustles leaves through hard held places
The old fall below as the young take position

The dead drift downward in silent streams
The wind of change pulls leaves from the bark
The former have died along with their dreams
Leaving branches behind with the wind and the dark

The old burns blood and fades in the skies
Falling towards earth as the new leaves arise