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Fall Is Here

As the air turns cold

And the snow lines the mountain tops

The trees paint the hillside with beautiful colors.

Most are yellow

Signaling new coming

And some stay green, holding on to the last bit of warmth.

Some look like the sun setting, as summer comes to an end,

But the pines stay the same, because they now life has just began.



 
 
 

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