As fall entered the leaves changed to orange, yellow, and red. The beauty of all nature had began to show its head.
The fall breeze whipped through the air with such gentle and steady might. Ready to leave their branches, the leaves let go and began to take flight.
Some flew high and some flew low as they were all passengers of the breeze. It was time for their new destination as they all said goodbye to the trees.
What a beauty to behold as the colors whisped through the air. They danced so graciously and gave sight some flare to bare.
As their flight came to an end, they chose their place and littered the ground. That day nature's beauty caught my eye as I noticed the colorful blanket when I looked down.
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The Ballet of Fall
PoetryA poem that I wrote in rehab while I was watching the beautiful leaves fall outside of my cabin. I was instantly inspired by the beautiful hues that fell from the trees and danced in the wind. I wanted to make the reader visualise a sense of beauty...
