Autumn Alive

The times, they change;
Tides ebb and flow.
The moon awakens,
and cold winds blow.

The air is chilled;
The summer gone.
People change,
and so move on.

Fears are faced
and hopes are dashed,
As by the storm
you are whipped and lashed.

Leaves rain from trees
and mushrooms grow,
Baring souls
for the time of snow.