Autumn is here

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The blue sky turns to grey,
numerous clouds roll by.
The leaves bid summer,
a farewell good-bye.
As they wave in the air,
and pile up on the ground,
for excited, tiny feet,
to make a rustling sound.
The mounds of colorful leaves,
will soon all scatter,
and the cold autumn air,
will make delicate chimes clatter.
The vibrancy on the trees,
and the echoing sounds of fall;
the transformation of the Earth,
will be heard & enjoyed by all.

This post was submitted by Anabela Loureiro.

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