Fall Is in the Air

The leaves are falling from the trees,
the way God meant for it to be.
All golden and brown, fluttering to the ground,
Not a green one can be found
Upon the grass that's turning brown.
The wind is blowing with just a chill.
The sun is setting on the hill.
Coffee is brewing in the house.
Hot cakes and cookies, such a delight!
Early to bed, early to rise,
Brings a new fall sunshine!

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