Beauties of Fall

Fall

It is swallowing us whole

Red, orange, brown

That's all I see

Cool air trickles down my neck

Fall

It's kickoff time

The stadium roars

Countless hours of practice all comes down to this

Everyone is watching

Fall

We live, we love, we survive

We come together to give thanks

Thank you God for our many blessings.

Fall

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