This too shall pass

Autumn fields with chestnuts strewn,
Resound October's chilly tune,
Spreading down through dirt and grain,
Touching roots of sugar cane.
 
Above, where mist and shadows flee,
Squirrels will gnaw at pumpkin seeds.
As ravens harvest bits of grass,
Securing nests before snow's pass.
 
But scarecrows do and will discern
A human's passing was its turn,
Much like seasons at their start;
Soon they age and then depart.