I am fall through the seasons. I take childish joy tromping through the soaked leaves.
I wander upon the uncounted evergreens and pine. I cast upon otherworldy spirits and jovial pumpkins.
 I muse through the trees, sunshine eavesdrop through the naked branches. For the last time, I am present. I am youth epitomized.

I am fall through the seasons.
He implies through whisper that he loves me as best as any adolescent boy can. I find solace behind velvet curtains as plywood and stage lights highten the senses. I will vivaciously run through dried leaves and musky sagebrush. Crisp firewood air reminds me of kinder times. Monster drinks and sofas, laughter and lines preoccupies my troubled mind.

I am fall through the seasons. Nostalgia softens me when I blink and the trees catch fire. Love anew and children have seasoned my future and I have manifested into spring. Autumn delights once again. With lively pumpkins and crunchy leaves,
I will always fall.