Autumn leaves
Autumn leaves are drifting down
in a gold and yellow shower.
It is a dance at which no one frowns,
a sight for the eyes to devour.
Autumn leaves are on the ground,
a blanket in which to shuffle.
Or perhaps the wind to blow around
for the children to find and scuffle.
Autumn leaves are growing old
A rain has made them wet.
Winter winds will soon have their hold
And this beauty we soon forget,
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