Best Poems Written by Colton Crum

seasons poem

The leaves of the trees are red

After all is said

A lot of the leaves fall

But they cant call

They hit the ground and just lay

All they can do is pray

In the end they end up under the snow

They just want to find their bro

The snow melts and the leaves end up wet

The leaves are full of regret

Somehow the leaves end up in the grass

But they decompose and pass

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