The Call of Fall
Colors, colors, everywhere, fall is near, fall is here.
Red, yellow, and orange greet the fall.
Swift winds passing by, a storm a leaves is closing in, colors swirling in the winds.
The call of fall is here, the call of fall is now. Colors, colors, running round, blowing winds soon be found, a shower of leaves, a flush of colors, spinning round and round, twirling among the leaves. Crunchy, crackling, brittle, colorful leaves, looping, twirling, spinning in the wind. Rain, pitter-pattering rain, falling, wetting the leaves, the crispy, crunchy, brittle leaves. Howling winds, stormy nights, and full moons, illuminating the leaves, those colorful, colorful, leaves. Colors, colors, everywhere, fall is near, fall is here, the call of fall has come and passed, and now it’s time for a winter dance.
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