Colors of Change
As the hot days turn cold.
The leaves turn gold.
School comes by in a rush.
All the birds is silenced with a hush.
The fresh wind blows freely.
The warmth of hot and cold air is guaranteed.
A new season, comes a new start.
As the leaves change colors, so does the temperature of your heart.
When Autumn calls.
The leaves seems to fall.
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