A Season That Is Fall
Summer’s air now is gone,
It’s coming into Fall.
Leaves are drifting to the ground;
Blue jays sing out their raucous call.
Frost lies on the pumpkin patch
And glistens in the sun.
The lazy days of summer past
Means Fall has now begun.
Trees show off their many colors
With beauty all around.
But soon the leaves will all be gone
They fall without a sound.
So, take a walk among the woods
Be sure to see it all.
Enjoy what God has given us
A season that is Fall.
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