They fall through to air,
gathering on the ground.
 
They blow with the wind,
scattering all around.
 
Their colors glow brightly
against the crisp blue sky.
 
And the crunch they make,
is like a satisfying sigh.
 
They can be Red or orange or gold,
all of their colors can be seen as the weather grows cold.
 
You can smell in the air;
when they are about to fall.
 
This season,
the season of Autumn,
 
Some say,
is the best season of all.

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