Fall
Autumn is a wonderful time of year;
Leaves are turning and the sun is shining.
Pumpkin patches and Halloween are near;
Fall is a season of perfect timing.
The air smells around me everywhere,
The wind is blowing and birds are singing.
Fall is a season that is very fair,
With the children playing and mingling.
But then it changes and the leaves go away
I never loved the cold air that will blow.
I want the season to come back and stay;
Life does not work that way it will not flow.
I will see the season next year once more,
And it will be as pretty as before.
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