As summer draws to a close,
A gentle breeze begins to blow,
The leaves on the trees start to rustle and
sway as if they are being called to dance.
Slowly but surely, they start to let go of their branches and
drift gracefully towards the ground.
With the changing of the seasons,
The leaves seem to whisper a promise to return with the same warmth of summer
to melt down the cold promises that the winters hold.
As they rest peacefully on the ground,
They vow to be reborn with the coming of spring
and to once again adorn the trees with their vibrant shades of green.
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