Look at the trees,
The way their branches sway in the morning breeze,
It’s early September,
The leaves already orange, yellow, and amber,
The day is cold; the sun is bright,
The river reflects the morning light,
Her banks are lined with the colors of fall,
Come see her beauty; come one and all.
*NOTE: This one is from a LONG time ago. (Like when I was in 7th grade or something like that.) But I don't know when, exactly, so the back-dating is just a guess to give some sort of feel for its age.
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