Autumn poem.
Leaves, leaves in the sun, tanning, blushing in Autumn sun.
While parachuting to the floor, leaves argument and no more.
Because leaves disappeared, trees lose weight and all is bare.
Branches dancing, having fun, all free for the hot warm sun.
Crumbled leaves, turning to ash, see you next year when the sun is back.
Conkers fall, what a crash!!
For a party, nuts are back.
Off they go, hiding from one, or the other,
hide ‘n’ seek is there game, hiding in the tree holes.
Away they are, just in time, before the rain pours.
Bare tree getting ready, before the rain falls.
Having a shower, being cleansed, for the new term.
This is the Autumn poem and this is how it goes.
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