Autumn

The autumn as rust on the metallic surface on a given piece of tin could tell how pale life can appear when oxide comes into action.
The autumn over a red blood sky could tell how close the end of the status-quo is since anger chooses such colour to manifest itself due to angry causality [I do not believe in destiny]
The autumn in the trees marks a gradual kind of change.
Yet, the autumn in my head infers none of those shades for it has life itself.
Just look at how it springs around my face if you do not believe.