The chilling touch of what is to come

Like that the touch brought by the end

The end never is so

For the end leads only to tomorrow

The chilling touch that draws near

That chill that makes the trees tremble

Watch as they do 

Watch the leaves

Watch as they fall

Reds, oranges, and yellows

Watch as the fall to the ground below

Watch as they tremble

Watch them tumble

Feel the touch of Fall