Passing
Patton leather boots goose stepping high,
Set out to stamp out creativity but failed to try.
Weather torn dusty gloves catch wind and start to fly.
As fall marches on the caterpillars cry.
Spectrums of colors plummet from trees dry.
Beautiful babies breath their first as rainforest die.
Trees are cut for paper as Saints swim by.
Inspired by "laura's Theme"
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