Whispering wind

Plays across my cheek

As the water rushes through the creek


Children laugh

Children play

For there's no room for delay


The leaves are red


And orange


But soon they'll be brown

And scattered upon the ground


Cold and hard

Covered in ice

Winter just isn't as nice


So children run

And children play

All through out the day


In the leaves 

In the grass

Fall has come

It has come at last!


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