Autumn

The night grows cold,
A shining star fades away,
This young man laid to rest,
With nothing more to say,

A tear drops from the sky,
As God welcomes his soul,
He rises to the heaven's,
As his family bears the toll,

His persistent love of nature,
And changing of the seasons,
Autumn was his favorite,
For an endless amount of reasons,

This young man suffered deeply,
With depression and despair,
Suicide was lingering,
The thought no one would care,

You're at peace now Robbie,
Your soul in eternal bliss,
Your smile and your heart,
We will certainly miss.