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LEAVES
On the trees.
They blow in the breeze.
They are there as the tree does grow.
Leaves of green, can be seen.
The spring and the summer.
The fall.
Leaves, look at them all.
Orange and brown. On the ground, they can be found.
Colors they change.
I look at the range.
They fall to the ground.
Piles, they can be found.
On the faces of the children,
the smiles, as they through them, run.
They have fun.
The winter: The trees are there. But, there are bare.
Until
The spring.
