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Fall
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The seasons In fall
I sit under the red and yellow trees
And watch the leaves
Silently dance in elegance
To the rhythm of the wind
And I examine my life ---
The things that are fading
The things that no longer live
The emptiness of my heart
The intemperance of it.
Oh, life you are like the leaf
You sway to and fro at the whim
Of which ever way the wind blows
You are like an immature tree
With no deep roots
Quickly unearthed by
Any tempest blow.
Very good... emphasis on the very!
Still very good... but I like the winter one better. Still VERY good though! Just sayin