Seasons Endings by jude kyrie Crimson Forest weeping autumns sound Like a rain of fire the falling leaves A floral carpet upon the ground the last light of summer now deceives In her gentle breeze the summer leaves I stand alone in my seclusion My heart cannot ease the loss it grieves Was summer just a sad illusion In visions dark the shadow leaves To mourn the beauty once adorned To lie in rest beneath the leaves Grieving warmth of a summer scorned