Serene Winds And Fading Colors

Just like the sap facing the chill
My world is leaving with the wind
Fallen leaves; resting my within
A solace to my disemboweled will.

So many colors during this gloomy time
A true fascinating dreamscape
Such a pleasant and sanguinary landscape
Suddenly, my living takes another meaning.

The cold breeze flows through my scarred tears
Leaving me an illusion of bliss
I retrieve myself in this odd aura
Within this dying flora.

Vivid colors during this darkish time
The autumn; my sheltering shrine
A pure and fresh aroma is floating in the air
The sweet scent of misanthropy and despair.

The cold breeze flows through my scarred tears
Leaving me an illusion of bliss
I retrieve myself in this odd aura
Within this dying flora.

The mournful woods are veiled of paint
What was beautiful is now dazzling
The carrying winds take me away
From ‘'noxious'' to ‘'marvelous'.

What? What's happening to my shelter?
Why are they all falling like feathers?
Please tell me it's changing for something better
Because all those colors are fading.