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As the leaves rotate colors and dry,
They Fall so softly and do not cry,
It is known ti's their time to change,
For Winter is not at all strange.
Rivers that were once flowing,
Will harden from cold winds blowing,
The air will be crisp and clear,
And with the snow, angels will appear.
Come with me and take a walk,
We'll complete the journey and talk,
We must not stumble and go astray,
For two more seasons are steps away.
Yana Petkov
7th September 2012