The Path of Leaves


The leaves are turning red, yellow, and orange.
It's cold, we need to leave,
Before the snow starts again, like every year.
The leaves are falling down, down, down to the ground.
All we have to say is goodbye,
Till next year in spring when the flowers bloom.
As I walk away it starts to snow.

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