The crisp autumn air is filled br With the scent of fallen leaves.. br It's almost as if they're just br Cast away from their parent trees br Because they have served their purpose br Of keeping them alive. br And the oaks have long forgotten br The debt owed to them. br They just cast the leaves away br From their lives br Used and unwanted br In this world. br Scattered along the ground br Their souls shiver in the mass grave br That they were forced into, br By the ones who raised them, br All too early.