Autum's tradgedy

I am born in the early spring. Careless and full of life oblivious to the fate which is to be fall me. My people and I, followers of the king who wears the crown. We all are devoted to our king. Our loyalty rewarded with refuge as long as we honor his decrees. Summer is ending and with that, our societies will breakdown. Doomsday is soon to begin. Our people are to be consumed by the colors of the flame it seems. The kingdoms around me will turn red, yellow and evetually brown. Our great leader did nothing. I saw us all perish and knew the disease would reign supreme. Before I drew my final breath I beheld the place on the ground I came to rest.