Children of fall - Distorted

Gray clouds are getting crowd

Leaves keep falling on the ground

Air is starting to flow

And the wind softly blows

The naked trees are all over

The days are getting colder

The sun was removed from its place

And now the sky uncovers its real face

Their hearts are beating fast

As they slowly wake up at last

Their sking gets its color back

And now they are ready to attack

So, From the ash

They slowly rise

With their dark and firey eyes

And they are set to take us all

They are… the children of fall