The smell of pie on the windowsill on the soft fall breeze
It tickles my nose as if to tease
Apple, Blueberry, Rhuberry,
all of them smell quite merry
The colors are beautiful, red. Orange, pink, brown
Floating all the way into town
The trees are decorated with colors beyond pretty
They impact the world in seconds even if its itty-bitty
The full moon shines on my smiling face
The Blue sky filling up empty space
What's falls secret we will never know because next we will see the pale white snow

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