Why the Leaves Fall

by

Candace Collings

As I was walking outside, I could smell the fresh fall air.
I saw all the leaves were different, like yellow,
Orange, red, rust, and green.
The sky glowing,
The cool crisp air flowing,
The leaves crackling with the people walking,
The trees are blowing the leaves off.
As the air gets cooler,
The snow piles on top of the leaves.
They disappear
And go away.

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