Golden brown, with a hint of red. like the sunsets above my head. light wind breezes though the trees, all of a sudden I'm on my knees. thinking of all these things makes me happy, but makes me sneeze. when the seasons change i role my eyes, my allergies start to rise. why will they leave, why to i cry, when the seasons change, don't bother to came by, I'm very tired and very mad, my allergies take over, i feel like I'm dead. soon i feel better, so i go out side, but then it all starts over, the season rule my mind.
