The cycle of the life

The weather becomes more and more cold. The wind used to blow with his powerful strenght. Leaves are yellow now, and they started to fall from the big threes.
There's a small yellow and red carpet on the ground.
Here and there, there are some flowers. They are sad, they know the autumn came faster than they ever expected. This cruel season appears too fast every year, stealing their lives.
A little cricket was staying on a big leaf, looking at a buttlerfly. It was a little yellow butterfly, without a big strenght. He was trying to stay on a mauve flower, but the wind wasn't so good with.
"May I help you?" the little cricket asked the butterfly.
It looks down and smiled with his little mouth.
"How could you help me fighting against this powerful wind?"
"It's not so hard to fight" the mauve flower said.
"The weather isn't so patient with us, the little creatures. You are powerful, we aren't."
"You're right" the flower said. "But you don't have to give up just because you're a little creature."
The cricket and the butterfly looked at the flower in that moment.
"Come on, I'll protect you against the wind as long as I can" the flower said.
The little creatures listenet to the flower, hiding in its leaves.
"Would the weather become good again?" the butterfly asked. "I would like to fly again in the hot summer air."
The flower and the cricket laughed then. The butterfly was so naive!
"Oh, dear, the weather will become more and more cold... We'll die together. There's no way to turn back, the autumn arrived and, sooner, the winter will also arrive."
"But it's so cold!" the cricket said.
"Dear friend, just be happy for our last few hours or days together."
As the flower and the cricket said, the winter arrived and they died. The weather became as cold as your bones could frost. It's the cycle of the life...