Fall has come at summer’s end,
And a whistling wind zips through the trees,
As wisps of coming winter descend,
And the leaves turn shades of varying degrees.
Children's laughter fills the air,
As their cheeks turn red from cold,
They run and play unaware,
While winter silently takes its hold.
The animals prepare for a long winter's sleep,
As the air becomes frigid and still,
And the children pile leaves into mountainous heaps,
‘Till they get too cold and retreat from the chill.
Fall is here at summer’s end,
And winter patiently waits ‘round the next bend.
Yes, fall is here at summer’s end.
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