The Sound of Gravity: Falling Leaves
Like butternut squash
A warm golden yellow
Like expensive wine stains
A deep crimson red
Like a cold, ripe plum
A dark reddish purple
Like that one rare sunrise
Pumpkin orange blazes forth
Long gone are mint greens
Long gone is the summer
And now come earthier shades
Breaking free at last
Summer's last sigh
A breath of decay
Pulls them down
Spinning and whirling
Twirling and twisting
A graceful dance
And they rest upon the ground
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