Wind blows through the trees
And I watch as the bright leaves
Drop slowly to the ground,
With scarcely a sound
I marvel at the colours I see,
On each and every plant and tree,
Rich orange, yellow and red,
Colours of the Autumn and sunset
For just as sunset precedes the night
So does Autumn’s hurried flight
Give s way to biting cold
And winter begins to unfold
Oh, what I would give
If, through Winter cold, I could live
In the warm, sun coloured rays
Under the trees in Autumn days
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The Poetry Corner
PoetryJust something that randomly came to me one day while reading. Mind you, i was reading something really happy when the urge to write this crept into my brain
