As this year has come around
The season changes once again.
The trees have caught on fire at last
After holding off the heat.
The green leaves licked with Red’s tongue
Slowly falling–one by one.
Their carpet covering the ground
Softly muffling all sound.
The air grows cold, from missing them
As it feels bare without its friends,
For they often talk you see
High aloft when rustling.
Days grow shorter, time moves back,
Life slows down, and coats come out.
As kids jump in piles of leaves
Fall has come and settles in.
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