A Season Called Fall

The beautiful trees in a season called fall,
With bright colors, of orange and red,
A chill in the air, as trees stand tall,
Shedding their leaves, for the winter's dread

The squirrels below, scurry to and fro,
Gathering the nuts, for the winter to store,
The birds in migration, as they look below,
The season is changing, just as before,

The changing of seasons, a sight to see,
With all the beauty, a wonderful view,
To nourish this earth, for you and me,
To cherish the earth, to make it new.

by B.J. Ayers

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