The breeze is gentle against the skin
as it gets close to winter

School starts, but that is the only downside
It isn't too fierce or too scarce

This season doesn't demand or ask to be noticed or seen
The green leaves as golds and browns take its place

It may be the season of death
But fall is the best season in the world

This poem is about: 
Our world


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