Times of change

Soft winds swayed as new branches emerged, 

Dusting of the flakes, hibernators wide awake.

"It's that time of the year" he smiled,

When the incandescence takes more shifts.

Heat waves poured, blanketing the earth,

the drums of heaven played while razer lights shrieked and crazed.

"It's that time of the year" he said,

When refreshers are most often craved.

Luminous fruits appeared and the sense of suffocation submerged,

The voices chanted as the vermilion fairies danced.

"It's that time of the year" he cheered,

As the harvest will soon begin.

Furious blizzard blew as undyed particles dived from the sky, 

construction of unsecured defences and declaration of childish wars.

"It's that time of the year" he rejoiced,

Have a good nap before the cycle next year.