Colors of Change


As the hot days turn cold. 

The leaves turn gold.

School comes by in a rush.

All the birds is silenced with a hush. 

The fresh wind blows freely.

The warmth of hot and cold air is guaranteed.

A new season, comes a new start.

As the leaves change colors, so does the temperature of your heart.  

When Autumn calls. 

The leaves seems to fall. 




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