The Color of Fall

When someone says Fall

What do you think of?

 

Do you think of how far you'll go?

How fast it takes in order to fall

And when you'll hit the ground?

 

Or maybe you anticipate 

That moment that you'll fall

And all your worries will disappear

 

When you lose your balance

And it takes everything you have

To stay on your feet

 

Despite all of these definitions

Which will you let define you?

Because...

 

Fall is the color of the leaves

When they fall onto the path

Making those beautiful pieces of art

That everyone takes pictures of

 

Fall is when you visit family

Sharing memories and stories

Reminding them of how much 

You love them

 

Fall is when you remember

Everything you hold dear

And recall just how much

Everything really matters

 

Yes, 

Fall is…

Something I simply can't forget

For it's the color of love

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