Autumn
Is playing with leaves
Scattering them everywhere
Conjuring winds to blow them around
Putting sparkling acrons in squrills homes
Putting oranging carrots down rabbits holes
Putting wolly coats on robins
Putting young birds in hotter countries
Putting rosy apples in pies
Sewing fruit pips on the ground to grow
Putting flowers into a peaceful sleep
Autumn
Is playing with leaves
But winter has come
And Autumn dissapears
Leaving no trace
But a small brown leaf
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