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As I look up at the sky,
little leaves drift on by.
The air is filled with a chill,
that no amount of heat can fill.
The leaves are changing color,
in a season like no other.
The wind blows around freely,
during the autumn season that comes yearly.
A scent like no other,
a scent that can't be compared to another.
People seem to feel better,
being nicer, like a love letter.
Air conditioners get turned off,
since the air is comfortable enough.
People look up from their phones,
and with people all around, they see they're not alone.