A Cascading Autumn

Autumn...As the trees stand desolately
The branches swing wildly
Like feathers from heaven,
Thousands of leaves cascade down,

Like a hundred noisy bees,
Nature is at work,
The grass that is covered by a canopy of leaves
Is swaying gently in rhythm to the branches.

The grass, the braches and the trees,
Talk gregariously as
The wind heaves the leaves into the polluted atmosphere

Suddenly, all of nature is quiet,
Except for the soft sound of
Snow reaching the ground...Winter

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