1st Place in Derby #372: Rainbows and Spectrums, with 199 votes!

Yeah, sure, your dog can void its bladder all over me. Happens every day. You get used to it after decades on this planet.

I’m losing my leaves again. We all are. I don’t mind it, mostly, except for the fact that Frank the Simple Fir over there never remembers why his leaves fall off.

Everybody craps all over autumn. I don’t know why they hate this time of year. I like it. I feel lighter. Kids stop climbing all over me. My roots reach the fungal hyphae, and that’s pretty sweet. I get a nice brisk breeze in my lenticels. Bah, why am I telling you this? You don’t care.

I dunno. Maybe Yeats was right. Maybe folks don’t like fall because it makes them think of their own aging; their own mortality. I think he said it best when he wrote:

'The trees are in their autumn beauty,

The woodland paths are dry,

Under the October twilight' -

There goes Frank again. Gotta go.

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