The sight of the sizzling summer sky had faded, however the sheer shimmer of unique snow crystals had not yet been born. The solid colored green leaves had changed into bolting shades of red and orange along with simple touches of yellow. Each multicolored leaf gently sways to the ground like a tear of joy falling down the cheek of a happy person. The sidewalks are over flown with tones that vary from brown, scarlet, and a bright gold. The stimulating sea green of summer has turned into a dream, while the furious flush of fire has now become reality. The sun has started to set earlier, and the nights appear even sooner. The winds voice has suddenly become louder, whispering an unknown yet mysterious tale. Each step taken upon the ground gives a sound of crusting and crushing sheets of leaves. The shadow of the sun is secretly found on the trees, but not as much as the dazzling light in summer. With each murmur of the breeze, a leaf falls from the branch of its mothers roots, proving that now it can face the world by itself. Then again, as each leaf reaches the ground it twirls and swirls as a ballerina then finally gently stays put in one place. The tension of summer is now eternally buried under a sheet of scattered foliage and leaves. Consequently, the wind carries the summer skin somewhere else, where the sun is still way brightly shining. As each leaf drops, the mysterious tale becomes revealed, and so do the spirits of these leaves. The dropping of the leaves doesn't only tell the mystifying tale, but also keeps the bare trees exposed verifying that summers dream has now been blown out, and a fuming fire awaits. Flaming leaves are spread everywhere. The winds loud whisper has blown off all the leaves found on the huge branches of thousands of trees. Vibrant colors are found all over the place. A musty yellow, a bolt of amber, a deep shade of maroon, and even a slight bit of brown form the leaf as it sheds from its dearest mother