Autumn

The trees always put on their most vibrant facade
Before surrendering their masks
Becoming naked and barren
Their passionate colors not passionate at all
Just a glamorous performance
To hide a mortal core
A vain attempt to hide reality
The reality of a deadened and empty structure
Wanting of substance and beauty
Sometimes I feel like those trees
Like the brighter my colors show
The more barren and transparent I will become
Truth is, I've been transparent all along