Leaves

On this nice refreshingly cool Autumn day
A slight breeze causes rustling of the leaves
Soon the hillsides will don their bright colors
As paint from God's brush each leaf receives

Each leaf will be different from all the others
No two will have either the same color or size
As the Yellows, Reds, and sparkling Orange
Look as though all could win the first prize

Although the hills will be so dazzling in color
It is a forewarning of the changes we will see
Cold weather will turn all the leaves to Brown
Then down on Mother Earth they soon will be

It seemed only a short time ago Spring came
Little buds were sprouting out on these trees
Now end of the Summertime has gone away
Leaves are sent to the ground by the breeze

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