Autumn

POETRY

AUTUMN

Autumn came I saw the leaves fall One by one They gracefully drifted to the ground Until the once magnificent tree was bare Its branches, once beautifully clothed with multicolored leaves Are now naked, stripped of its glory The leaves on the ground begin to die They become dry and brittle How easily the wind scatters them No longer are the colors vibrant and alive Instead the leaves have become dry, shriveled, and dead.

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