Talking Tree
A cool burst heralds the coming of Autumn days
and we trees know how to start changing our ways.
As our sap begins flowing down
some of us will turn leaves to gold,
and some red and orange, to behold.
Our leaves will then start turning brown,
and right on cue, fall to the ground
when we begin to feel the cold.
Wait! Just what happened?
A sudden burst of hot air
will return to mess us up.
How can we follow
if you keep changing your mind?
Oh! How I wish I could talk!
10/10/16
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