Autumn

Whispering wind

Plays across my cheek

As the water rushes through the creek

 

Children laugh

Children play

For there's no room for delay

 

The leaves are red

Yellow

And orange

 

But soon they'll be brown

And scattered upon the ground

 

Cold and hard

Covered in ice

Winter just isn't as nice

 

So children run

And children play

All through out the day

 

In the leaves 

In the grass

Fall has come

It has come at last!

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