The Lovely Fall

The undeplorable actions we take to make an undesirable thing to be normal. Away the chains of comfortable life. Reduced is the living things down to desecrated husks. Why do I so desperately crave to see these passing days? The chill thwarts other ideals of happiness with an indoor punishment. However, it draws out the simple recluse in me. Shedding of clothes feels wretched in the heat opposed to the bliss of warm garments in the cold. Vivid colors flutter around the ever-silent air as the living become the deceased. The once perky greenery now droop low, awaiting its demise of joining its brethren onto the freezing soil. Do not fret, for this is the nature running its ever winding course. What other people find depressing, I find as true beauty. Spring may be it’s warmer twin, but Fall is the true preserver. Spring rebirths the world in vibrant colors, while Fall prepares the annuals for the coming of winter. In many ways, it does warns the wildlife into hibernation for many months, but it also gives haste for birds to fly to a warmer climate to keep prosperous. The evening sky begins to take hues of orange to solidify the beginning of Fall is here. Fall is the most beautiful eve of winter, or the still nothingness. All things become barren and desolate. Not even a pin drop could be heard through the silent winter. Why is Fall the most beautiful to me? Pumpkins and gourds are grown in this weather. Schools begin to instruct students for future development. Pants and long sleeve shirts are finally uncovered. Outside isn’t unbearably hot. Even the coming of my birth date is in the Fall. I love the Fall the most.