August 30th 2012
Summer is finally leaving to rest,
As the trees are ceasing to look their best.
Life... Gathering, running, taking flight.
Leaves are flying, yet never losing sight.
As the days grow shorter, nights even colder.
The trees grow bare...Although beauty is still there.
Listen as the leaves whisper, feel as the breeze brushes your cheek...
Winter is almost here, wildlife...it grows weaker.
But listen...can you hear it?
It's coming... wait! The fall, it's here...(;
Copyright © Angel C | Year Posted 2013
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