I sit and watch a leaf,
dance a crossed the street,
the bitter cold wind blows,
as it does I recognize the changes,
the changes of the seasons,
the lights turn to dark,
and the warmth turns to bitter coldness,
the sun doesn't come out to play often,
it's replaced by it's cousin the moon,
for our seasons are always changing,
Please tell me what you think
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i love this poem
i love the transition illustrated great job
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Yes and they're changing quickly right now. The nights are getting colder, and soon snow will fall. But right now it's beautiful, I'll try not to think about tomorrow.
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