Peace Serenity

July 14, 2011
Leaves of red, yellow, and brown;

Floating pass the great big sun.

The wind blows its whistle;

Loud and clear.

Bright white doves in the endless sky;

Swiftly flies towards offered paradise.

Slowly but gradually;

The winds increase.

Adorning the ground;

Are several leaves of red, yellow, and brown.

Trees stand bare;

Plants whither and die off.

The days become shorter;

Nights grow longer.

It is here;

Time has took its place.

Fall has come;

And fallen upon us.

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