AboutHey there! You can call me Autumn - because it's my favorite season, not because it's my name - and I'm on this site because I like to roleplay. If you like to do that, send me a message, and if not, just send me a message to chat. I love talking almost as much as I love Autumn.
Anyway, it was suggested that I put some poetry up here, because I love writing, so here's a poem to match the theme of my account.
These trees are sleeping, or maybe going bad?
Mad? Angry? Depressed? Sad?
None of you think they're celebrating, do ya?
Throwing up their leaves in a last hurrah.
They survived again through cold, rain, and drought,
so don't think they're sad for fall, they're excited no doubt.
Just look at their confetti, these colors of celebration;
it must be a sign of the purest elation.
They must laugh when humans say they're hibernating,
who has time while planning next year's world painting?