It's official. Fall is here. It is getting colder at night, the leaves are falling and the darkness is creeping in, waiting for winter to come.
How silently they tumble down
And
come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work
well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly flyUntil they nearly
reach the sky.Twisting, turning through the airTill all
the trees stand stark and bare.Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow. 
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