By Jasmine Miljure
Cold air leaves your mouth in plumes
Tendrils of mist wisping through the air
The cold seeps in and consumes
There’s not much warmth left to spare
You look up to see the sun rising in the sky
This is the best type of day
There are no looming clouds waiting to cry
On these days the heat will chase the cold away
Leaves crunch under your feet
Brilliant colours in abundance this year
They pile up and cover the street
Soon these displays will disappear
You hear the wind whisper a tune
Like it has a secret to tell
Something about what’s to come soon
About why the leaves all fell
You’ve already heard the rumour
Of something unforgiving and cruel
It will come with ill humour
It’s been a given since the start of school
It seems ages ago to you now
With the work in full swing
So when it seems too much, just make a vow
To take a moment and let the world sing
You will find yourself at peace
So please stop to just breathe
For a wonderful moment, the world will cease
And only the trees will grieve
You can see it in the way they quiver
They have lost their close friend
The world itself will wither
To something harsher will lend