Yes.

The wind rustled the dead leaves still caught in the grips of their owners. Whispers of the forgotten grazed across the world, creating eerie silences in its wake. At each gust, the holes in the trees and in the ground seem to close more tightly by their homeowners shutting out the voice of death.
It was autumn, and the leaves had withered and crumpled into their eternally frozen state. Their owners had become brittle, as trees always did this time each year. Life had slowly deteriorated until there was barely a squirrel or rabbit in sight. They were all enclosed in their seasonal homes, waiting for spring to revive the earth once again. The sun began to transform into a stranger, showing its face less and less while the foreboding clouds became more and more familiar.Color drained out of everything, making once-vibrant jewels seem like bleak rocks.
Life had turned its cheek, and the world was sleeping.