With summer's last kiss on our skin,
The autumn air comes rolling in,
And like the leaves our soul shift hue,
For the ground's a welcome change of view.
There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask ' What if I fall?'
Oh but my darling,
What if you fly?

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                                 -Erin Hanson

I wrote a lot about myself but it all got erased so I didn't try again.
I'm lazy but that's okay.