The wind starts blowing and the leaves turn red

The color of the anger you have towards me

Summer light pulls the green from every tree

Leaves start falling like the tears we shed

Light blue skies turn dark emitting dread

We no longer feel free

Happiness falters with the absence of the yellow bee

We’re only hanging on by a thread

But threads are used to weave beige sweaters

Warmth comes from an unlikely wink

Transparent blood cleanses the Earth

Memories are erased as we write new love letters

The cold flushes our cheeks with pink

These changing colors helped us rebirth