Breeze on the autumn trees
Knock down the colorful leaves
Into the crisp morning air
Floating down to the cold ground
Decaying and giving back to the humble Earth
Children in the day, they come and play
Scattering the the leaves around
And when it comes time for the snow to fall
Leaves will be covered by a thick white wall
When snow has melted few leaves will remain
Decorating the damp ground
But when spring comes, all will be gone
And buds on the trees will be found
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My Poetry
PoetryAll my poetry I write, it's a start, so please comment, tell me how you like it and how I can do better!!
