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the autumn

By , discovery bay, CA
The flowers are blooming,
But what are they doing,

The leaves fall off the tree,
In the middle of september,

When do the flowers bloom,
I dont remember,

The mist of the day,
Is just a mile away,
Right about in the middle of may,

Our sun is the plants energy
It gives them light
It gives them power,

They bloom into what
We call flowers,

Each rose is a symbol of love
Something you cant describe
But its beauty is above,

The core of the flower says its
all,

Its beauty is all around us,
But we cant find it cause its so small,





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