Death Falls in Autumn

Strangled by the bitter breeze,

The leaves softly sneeze,

Their leaves changing color,

They feel under the weather,


Their time short while Mother Nature casually,

Casts them to the ground,

To serve her pound for pound.

They turn to dust,

And feed the brush till its about to bust,

As Autumn stores the needed energy,

In her own eulogy.

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