LEAVES ARE FALLING
Leaves are falling. gold's and browns
slowly falling to the ground
never makeing any sound.
Soft winds blowing. whistling sounds.
Leaves are flying all around.
Trees are bending left and right
Oh my goodness what a lovely sight.
Stars are twinkling oh so bright, moving
slowly in the night.
Waters running in the creek, running cold
up-on my feet.
smells of flowers very sweet, beautiful colors
Its all so neat.
We got this all from god's sweet love,
And all this comes from up above.
Written by: Mabel Cecil
Date: 1/24/2009
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