Autumn

The trees rustling their golden leaves
in the cold breeze.

The sun has gone,
and every day
more and more birds fly away.

The mushrooms are quiet,
they are on a strict diet.

Every day it is getting
colder and colder,
and you are getting
older and older.
 

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