AUTUMN

Autumn

Forest winds,

Dark and deep.

The leaves are dark red,

Brown and gold.

The forest winds,

Blow and blow.

The air is cold,

Yet, the sun is warm.

It's bright,

And shines off my golden hair.

The ground is wet,

But sometimes dry.

My shoes are muddy,

Caked with dirt.

But my voice is light

And happy.

The air smells fresh,

The birds song is gay.

Yes, what a beautiful

Cool autumn day.

Elisabeth A. Gildenzoph

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