Autumn
Leaves fall, like magnets drawn to the earth,
The beautiful floor, beneath the giant trees.
The trees grow colours that fall to the ground,
They don't just drop, they fall with feeling,
Like graceful ballerinas, floating down through the wind.
You think leaves are a nuisance, laying there like burdens, making life hard.
But really they're beautiful,
In their very own way, making life nice and colourful,
For people like us, to share together, in the morning of Autumn, silent and lovely, making our days, all that much better.
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