The Swerve

Autumn’s Secret Song by Zenel A., 704

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The wind softly whispers

A secret song in my ear.

 

The orange and red leaves,

Signifying the trees beginning their slumber.

 

A slumber in which they do not wake up

Until the first flower blooms.

 

But until then, we might as well enjoy

The mellow rain.

 

The plants, the crops,

And the bright red apples

 

Because Autumn whispers a secret song,

Only few can hear.

 

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