I float to the ground.
The windy breeze sweeps me away.
Someone picks me up and puts me in a pile.
The person jumps down on me.
The wind carries me away to a lake.
I go down into the water.
I bob up and down till I finally get to the shore.
Soon it starts to snow and I slowly get buried under the snow.
I get frosty.
I wither away as winter comes and I get very cold.
But I know that soon,in spring,I will be born again.
That is fall from my point of view!
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