The opposite of spring
were everything is green
when the leaves change
into a whole color range
they fall free
straight from the tree
along on the breeze
the bears are getting fat
we set traps for rats
ants come in
and we see less of the wren
The temperature drops low
we harvest row by row
halloween is around the bend
yet some wounds will never end
some plants may never rise again
even through the hard work of men
some animals won’t make it
fall is so much death
while sprain is so much breathe
fall the opposite of spring
where everything is green

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