December 19, 2009
By , cherry hill, NJ
Sonnet: Nature

Four seasons in a year
Each one with its own emotion
Fall is the season near
Beauty is its one devotion

Every leaf falls to the ground
One more striking then the next
Reds, blues yellow are found
Colors similar are the rest

The leaves become most beautiful
As they’re about to die
Winter eats them off the trees
Then the branches are dry

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acontrolenthusiast said...
Jan. 18, 2010 at 6:29 pm
Wow! this is really neat! I love the song and this poem is beautifuly written!
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